{moszoomimglink:Mozart}Not a great many stories start with the sentence: "So, I was at the Border's store to get on fast Internet, when I wandered off to the classical CD section." Admittedly, sounds like a nerd crossed with a geek meeting a dork. What can I say? Is growing up in Europe an excuse?
In any case, I was perusing (that's a nerd term for you!) the CDs when I noticed the "4 for 3" special in the store. I scoured the place for 4 CDs that might be interesting, paid for them and put them in a bag to be forgotten for a couple of days. Who knows, maybe stale classics get pepped up by a few hours in the Hilo sun?
It's Friday night, and instead of going out to have fun in Hilo (Hilo sun, Hilo fun, am I like paid per oxymoron?) I hang out at home. I mean, really, this place is swanky and I'd rather commune with the cows and pigs on the Marco farm than with their counterpart cows and pigs in town!
Time to unwrap a CD. I choose this wrinkly collection of Mozart piano concertos with recordings by "revered masters" (read: cheap!) and on the second CD I hit pay dirt.