I don’t like group sensory experiences, as a rule. I’m a nice Minnesota girl who wants her solitude during moments of extreme… well, extreme anything. If I must feel something intense, I’ll do it in the privacy of my own home, thank you very much.
I don’t cry in front of the neighbors, I don’t sigh in front of the kids, I don’t emote in front of the cats. During sad, romantic movies I tell my husband I need emergency popcorn just so I can go off and sniffle unobserved. I feel better when I do my feeling behind closed doors.
Except for Friday nights, the magic of music, and what happens when we all sit down together to listen to it.
