Raw, idiom, 14a: in the natural, uncultivated, or unrefined state: nature in the raw.
Autumn's here, and with it, San Francisco's summer. I love.
That means Hardly Strictly Bluegrass next weekend. It means fab old friends in town from the East Coast. And it means the fall arts season's back in full swing. Again - I love.
I spent last night in the second row at the SF Opera's heart-cracking production of Werther. See it. For the stylish, minimalist sets. For the killer orchestrations. And for the tears.
And if that's not enough to get your blood moving, take a listen here, now, enough, to Nat King Cole's fantastically classically elegant rendition of that old melancholy ballad, "Autumn Leaves." Andrea rocked an instrumental version yesterday morning for savasana, and I spent that whole supposed-meditation time singing along in my mind.
Hello, Autumn. We're so glad you're here.
Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival
San Francisco Opera: Werther
Nat King Cole sings "Autumn Leaves" (YouTube)