After a plastic glass of champagne during intermission at a Baroque Symphony concert, thus enjoying the second half even more than the first, I remembered Borge's wonderful talk on intermissions.
"We're going to have an intermission pretty soon... What's the matter - you don't like intermissions?! I love them; smoke, cigarette... We're going to have an intermission of about an hour and half tonight!"
Borge and I only lived at the same time for about a decade. He fell sick shortly before coming on tour to Columbus and never recovered. Yet his jokes and classy style have always been hugely present in my life. They've sparked millions of laughs, a relationship, and sadly lots of bored faces from friends stuck late at night forcefully watching his YouTube videos.
But it wasn't until last Saturday evening, listening to Haydn's "London" Symphony, that I realized for the first time that Victor Borge is no longer with us; no longer enjoying intermissions, and no longer joking. It is hard to acknowledge that someone is gone when they continue giving us so many positive emotions so many years later.
May you rest in peace, Victor Borge. May you always hear the sound of delicate wooden keys, and may those big opera singers not burden your sleep with their heavy arias.
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