Nostalgic Saturday morning music
Vier blogs per maand, had ik dat niet ergens beloofd? Dan zetten we de blog van zaterdag 1 maart toch gewoon een dag terug? :-P
Nostalgia is my middle name. Show me a picture from childhood, let me listen to any song or piece of music that I have heard before at a significant moment or period in my life (and not too much is needed for me to consider something 'significant') or serve me Dutch food and my nostalgia button is on. I will start daydreaming, it will be hard to still get in contact with me at all and my mood will be a mix between happiness about that what has been and sadness about the fact that it now no longer is.
Just now Lunds Cathedral - my favorite place in Lund, frankly - is being scanned with lasers (for some obscure reason), which means that all the chairs have been removed and have been put in the crypt. This situation will last for almost two weeks and even though it's highly impractical for most services that are being held, it makes the Domkyrka look even more immense. And it makes up for some nostalgia too - memories to the very first time that I visited Lund, visited the Cathedral and didn't see any chairs either.
Strangely enough, that was long before I would start studying in Lund in 2012: in November 2009 I went together with a good friend to Lund. To make a long story short: the friend had been invited to play the cello at a big Taize meeting (for Swedes) in Lund Cathedral. I followed along and sang in the choir. Memories to these days have become a little blurred, but I remember a very long train ride, the guilty pleasure of having taken days off from UCU and skipping classes, a church and liturgy that looked Catholic (but apparently weren't), lots of candles, singing Taize songs in Swedish while having no clue what they meant, the joy of staying in a host family, a man wearing a priestly collar while having a child on his lap (in Holland this would be problematic), frustration about not understanding any conversation (I had not really thought about the fact that not everybody would speak English all the time, even if they did their bests) and discovering the odd fact that Swedish bread is slightly sweet.
Aah, nostalgia.
To enjoy the sight of the empty church while it lasts, I decided to finally for once go to the free organ concert that is being held in the Cathedral every Saturday at 10 AM. Never made it there before, due to other obligations or (most often) the comfort of my bed. To my surprise, many people have made it to the church for some free music: many seniors, but also parents with a three-year old. Quite some loose chairs have been put at random spots in the nave, but as my hair is not grey yet, I lean instead against a big pillar and listen to Bach. My thoughts wander away.
Aah, nostalgia, älskade vän.
Nostalgia is my middle name. Show me a picture from childhood, let me listen to any song or piece of music that I have heard before at a significant moment or period in my life (and not too much is needed for me to consider something 'significant') or serve me Dutch food and my nostalgia button is on. I will start daydreaming, it will be hard to still get in contact with me at all and my mood will be a mix between happiness about that what has been and sadness about the fact that it now no longer is.
Just now Lunds Cathedral - my favorite place in Lund, frankly - is being scanned with lasers (for some obscure reason), which means that all the chairs have been removed and have been put in the crypt. This situation will last for almost two weeks and even though it's highly impractical for most services that are being held, it makes the Domkyrka look even more immense. And it makes up for some nostalgia too - memories to the very first time that I visited Lund, visited the Cathedral and didn't see any chairs either.
Strangely enough, that was long before I would start studying in Lund in 2012: in November 2009 I went together with a good friend to Lund. To make a long story short: the friend had been invited to play the cello at a big Taize meeting (for Swedes) in Lund Cathedral. I followed along and sang in the choir. Memories to these days have become a little blurred, but I remember a very long train ride, the guilty pleasure of having taken days off from UCU and skipping classes, a church and liturgy that looked Catholic (but apparently weren't), lots of candles, singing Taize songs in Swedish while having no clue what they meant, the joy of staying in a host family, a man wearing a priestly collar while having a child on his lap (in Holland this would be problematic), frustration about not understanding any conversation (I had not really thought about the fact that not everybody would speak English all the time, even if they did their bests) and discovering the odd fact that Swedish bread is slightly sweet.
Aah, nostalgia.
To enjoy the sight of the empty church while it lasts, I decided to finally for once go to the free organ concert that is being held in the Cathedral every Saturday at 10 AM. Never made it there before, due to other obligations or (most often) the comfort of my bed. To my surprise, many people have made it to the church for some free music: many seniors, but also parents with a three-year old. Quite some loose chairs have been put at random spots in the nave, but as my hair is not grey yet, I lean instead against a big pillar and listen to Bach. My thoughts wander away.
Aah, nostalgia, älskade vän.
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