Land of Stately Pine

I hear this song, and I get the chills:


Howard Hanson's Symphony No. 2 in D flat, Romantic, end of movement I, Adagio

Oh, memories! Sweet delicious nostalgia! To be in Corson, or Kresge, a sea of red and blue, socks twirling in the air in excitement on the first day, the supreme silence after the theme is played, the sweet breezes from the swimmer's itch infested lakes (ha! I never got it!), the monsoon-like downpours with everyone huddling in Stone. The hand holding and the concert dates, the mixers and their wonderful 90s beats!

Oh, sound the call to dear old Interlochen!
Land of the stately pine.
Where stalwart hands and loyal ever greet you,
Faithful for Auld Lang Syne.
Old friends you'll meet,
New ones you'll greet,
A welcome you'll ever find
So sound the call to dear old Interlochen!
Shrine of the muse divine.

Turns out there's ADULT programs now. HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS?!?!??!

Too bad they only last about 5 days, otherwise it would be absolutely worth it. Sigh. Maybe I'll get a job there instead, then I'll be PAID to be there! Ehehehhheheh. I want to get my knickers on! But I shouldn't go back to the past, as tempting as it is to return, I need to move forward, not backward. I've done enough of that already.

ça fait 8 ans...

J'ai redécouvert le 'garçon morbide.'

(Mon dieu! Comme il est maigre! C'est triste, ça!)

Oh Sound the Call...

I got a whiff of Interlochen just from looking at their website. The smell of the Scholarshop while it rains outside, the Melody Freeze with it's greasy pizza and soft ice cream. Maybe it's because it's been so hot and humid, and now early in the morning it's cool, and I am brought back to mornings at Interlochen.