Notes Written in a Program to a Chinese Moon Festival Celebration:

Tonight I went to a chinese moon festival celebration with my grandparents. I scribbled notes along the margins of the program.

But first, a version of one of the songs from the program: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZ23h2MdgHQ

Notes:

"Symphonies can soar to the places dreams have made."

"Does the annual flooding of the Yellow River really roar like the percussionist's drums? Do the silt laden banks then spring to life like the cascading patter of the yuanqin dulcimer?
"I would like to see the Yellow River."

"Can you hear the music of the ancient bamboo flute? Listen. Its meandering tune keeps time against the steady clop-clop-clop of our most ordinary lives."

"When villagers celebrating the summer harvest's end gathered beneath the full autumn moon, did they listen to this selfsame song? And hearing the cavernous yawn of eternity in the voice of some rude country performer, I wonder, did they imagine us imagining them hundreds of years apart?"