Hi guys, thanks for coming out.
I’m not going to tell you about my depression and anxiety, because I think we’ve had enough of that (what with literally every other student sharing the same unique story of their special darkness and making us worry about mass shootings and farmgirl suicides in between the songs of supposedly hope and cheer.) I’m not going to tell you about my time in the military, because I didn’t have any time in the military. I hope I will never be able to say anything different and not be lying. But I lie a lot, you know. All of life is a performance — this is a performance, a performance at college which is a performance of intellectual academiademicness and stuff — but now I’m going all English major on you. So I’ll stop now that I’m behind.
Actually we’re not quite done yet. As I’m sure you already know from the multitude of promotional materials and the speeches that preceded this one, the theme of our choir concert today is the power of music. Whoop-de-doo. I was supposed to write a cute little spiel about how music has affected my personal life. But honestly, I’m not interested in telling you guys about my personal life, and I have a feeling you’re not interested in hearing about my personal life either. So we’re square. Also, I just kind of don’t really think music is all that special. It’s just a thing, like other things; it feels special if you happen to be doing the things with people who make you feel special; it gets corrupted over time if you leave it on the table to ferment through endless chatter. So let’s stop wasting time and do the convenient segue. Let’s end this cacophony of pretending not to be pretending and slip once again into the honest pretending that admits it is pretending — let the music begin! (when our marvelous conductor Grace Wellman raises the baton that is.)