The Dodos

I love going to concerts, partly because I love music and partly because it feels like musicians have something in common with me. Their favorite hobby is also their job, and it’s not really a job, but more like a lifestyle. They probably can’t imagine themselves doing anything else and maybe even quit college to pursue their chosen career. I’m sure they have heard many people asking if they get paid or when are they going to start school again, and all this similitude has always made me feel like I understand musicians. We have some pretty weird jobs.

This week has been a very special one. Since Obama was elected, people seem to be in a better mood, or maybe it’s me. Tuesday night felt like when Spain won the Eurocup this summer- lots of people on the street celebrating, strangers hugging each other. It felt like I was in Europe again.

It’s nice to see my mom but I’m not used to it: I’ve lived away from home since I was 13 and now she lives in Spain so we’re very far away from each other.

Some dancers were in costume for Company class this morning for Halloween including some of the other Spanish dancers—the “Spanish Mafia” as we call them—but I don’t really like this holiday, if that’s what it is. We don’t have Halloween in Spain, we have Carnaval instead. I like to dress up on some weekends just for the fun of it. When no one does it, it’s unexpected. Right now I’m rehearsing Giselle and the new Swan Lake production; we had fittings this week and the costumes are beautiful.