Those who made it to Roy Thomson Hall were not deathly disappointed, including Roya, Firouzeh, Reza, Yan, Helena, Diana, Jenny, Di, Jeff, and Edward (did I miss out anybody?). Thanks to Peter, most came with him on the subway in the moaning, but some groan-ups came on their own.
Organist Christian Lane unearthed his sometimes grave, sometimes shrieking, repertoire of vital organ sounds that kept all souls fastened throughout the entertombment. When we finally departed for the ghoul, drizzly outdoors, I bereave many would agree it was an exhumely phantasmic concert.
See you tomb morrow! More pictures below:
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| Sitting on guard for thee: the Canadian Farsis |
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| What a boo-tiful alumni reunion: Sandra and Alice |
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| Thanks to "St. Peter," centre, for guiding the way! |
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| Eerily, we were told no seating beyond Row E |
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| Trick or treat? You decide. |
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