Child of the Digital Age

Last night as I was tucking Ben into bed after the concert, I asked him what his favorite part was. He responded with, “11.”

He meant, of course, number 11 on the CD, which is the culmination of the piece, where all the melodies from each number thus far overlap into a beautiful crescendo. But I had to laugh at the way he just knew it as a number.

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