Over the weekend we were visiting my in-laws in Carmel Valley. We took Philo to the “neighborhood” playground, which was about a 15-minute drive away. Adjacent to the playground there is a community swimming pool where some folks were rehearsing a synchronized swimming act. What an unlikely thing to see.
So, we had to hear the same music over and over again. The music, which was too loud (so the swimmers could hear it), was in a very cliché “American Indian” style, opening with lots of do-so-do-so timpani stuff, and building up to a full orchestral tutti. I have no idea what it was, but had to reconcile rolling my eyes over the tackiness of it, while admiring the orchestration. My wife had to elbow me a few times, because I kept saying things like, “Me heap think woodwind filigree rather overdone.”
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I was puzzled to see a man in the water with the team of women. I think he may have been the coach. Is there such a thing as men’s synchronized swimming? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it seemed like an ideal leadership role for a woman.
