Philip Glass's
still-amazing-in-
so-many-ways
(though, yes, a tad long/slow -- dare we say it?, overly repetitive! -- in the middle)
Satyagraha (1979 or 1980, depending on the reckonnin)g, late night PBS of this past November's artistic / Mummenshanzy / and, by-'n'-large excellently-performed Metropolitan Opera production,
as late counterpoint to a
night-
and-
day
of
errands
(libraric,
videographic,
scenic,
major-
yet-
minor
financial,
print-
supply,
and
comestible)
about the
local area, general catch-up, beginning composition of
Portraits of ___ (Some Multiple of Three) Women: II. Arizona Diva -- inspired, beyond the Rodie March Picasoesque visual,
by a concatenation of a Navajo Ribbon Dance and W.A. Mozart's Magic Flute: XIV. Hell's Vengeance Boils [Cooks!] in My Heart a.k.a. The Queen of the Night Aria... perhaps the definitive divaesque demeanor...
