Sunday, September 23, 2007

Before Bip ...

who knew the imagination, wit and clarity with which silence could speak. The silence, now mute.

'night, Marcel [my emphasis]

Almost 27 years ago, our eldest had been with us only a couple of months and we brought her everywhere, including a Marceau performance at the Northrop Auditorium at the U of M (the M being Minnesota).

We had excellent seats and, thanks to Mr. CJ, I even got to keep mine for the entire performance.

Young, naive, new parents we brought our daughter many places and she'd never been bothered by anything. She placidly observed the goings on when awake and serenely slept through the rest.

Awake albeit sleepy as we we took our seats, she was unperturbed by the tremendous applause that greeted Marceau's appearance on stage and a moment later was fast asleep. However, several minutes into his performance the spontaneous (but repetitive) eruptions of applause startled her and she let her displeasure be known.

Mr. CJ (bless him), knowing the amplitude of my anticipation of this performance and the near fanaticism of my appreciation for Marceau, took our wee one from me and went to watch the performance on a video monitor outside of the hall.

The applause was so thunderous and frequent that our babe was not able to get back to sleep until the car ride home so Mr. CJ never returned to his seat. Now I'm not going to suggest that this is the only reason Mr. CJ and I are still together today but ...

Marceau was, as always, amazing and I am fortunate to have had the opportunity to experience his genius in person. What a tremendous loss. 'night, Marcel.

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