Celestial models of musical performance
This evening, while scanning the channels on the ever available TV, I ran across a number of concerts. Must be an off night in the hockey world, because CBC seemed to have a corner on the good CanCon. Much of it talent that spanned the better part of my lifetime; just think of little Miss Murray, fresh out of Summerside on Singalong Jubilee, or the founding duo from the Guess Who, doing their section of Music Hop out of Winterpeg. This evening, we also had a surprise visitor from faraway Las Vegas, in the persona of The Celine.
Hard not to think of this sort of night in an astronomical way (and not just in the fees paid out). We had your shooting star. We had your comets. We had the hardworking planet from Springhill. And that’s only a brief scan of the firmament. Seriously, some of the talent keeps coming around again and again, at intervals much like the shiny ice balls of the winter sky. Shooting stars are fun, but don’t give much in the way of lasting pleasure. Some of our harder working planetary talent just stays in view, if only as a comedy quip on the 70’s Show.
And then, there are the rarest sightings of all. The supernovae. The twin stars. Here’s one such sighting, from earlier this evening. Pity I didn’t have a sound recorder, because we know that the night sky isn’t silent.
