Ah, spring. You aren't even here officially, yet daffodils are budding, allergies are blooming, and baseballs are being tossed about down in the sunshine.
In 1913, the new ballet The rites of Spring was greeted thusly : "The complex music and violent dance steps depicting fertility rites first drew catcalls and whistles from the crowd. At the start, some members of the audience began to boo loudly. There were loud arguments in the audience between supporters and opponents of the work. These were soon followed by shouts and fistfights in the aisles. The unrest in the audience eventually degenerated into a riot. The Paris police arrived by intermission, but they restored only limited order. Chaos reigned for the remainder of the performance."
The band Rites of Spring eventually led to Fugazi.
If we were really organized, we could figure out our own Awakening Of Spring ritual, make a wey of mead and hire a charabanc to take us down to the Stonehenge at Mary Hill in time for Alban eilir