Sorely missing her compatriots/co-conspirators, yours truly is reduced to listening to transcriptions of the overture to The Magic Flute and La Valse for piano four-hands on the radio. Alas! Alack!
Having found herself this week repeatedly humming sections of Hansel and Gretel (O Gretel! I wish…) … (with your fingers you click-click-click) … (for dearly do I love them) yours truly is also living in deathly fear of waking up singing the role of The Mother. So far she has only come out with lovely melodic parts of the opera, but who knows? Extreme atonal leaps could be next.
This has also been on my mind, thanks to one of the more exuberant members of our group, who, when we were singing one of the songs, could not stop quoting it. I thought I'd share it here so we could all join in the laughs.
Wishing our Doyenne of Song a speedy recovery and looking forward to seeing y'all again next week!
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
"squirrel"
Episode One
in which we discover where we are going, and why we are in this handbasket
The singers draw together. One of them is wearing a very fetching black and white patterned blouse, another a beautiful blouse with splashes of color and sparkly beads. Another is eating dinner. With gusto, although not quite sure what she is eating - "What is this?" "Couscous." answers one of her fellow singers. "No" -- looking closer -- "It's quinoa. Quinoa." "What's quinoa?" "It's a grain. It's really good for you." "Oh, ok." "Where did you get it? Did your mom make it?" "Well, I assume so!"
We're learning a trio from Mozart's Magic Flute today. We are the three spirits, guiding and encouraging Tamino and Papageno through the series of trials set up by Sarastro and his cronies. "Hey, Sarastro!" one of us suddenly interjects. "He's the guy I want killed!"
It takes us a moment to connect one of her previous performances as the Queen of the Night with this comment. But yes! He is the guy that she wants killed. "But why?" one of us wants to know. "They used to be married. The spark has faded." "Yeah, and when the spark fades, there's not much else you can do…but lots of ways to do it...knifing, burying alive, poisoning…" "Also," the Queen of the Night adds, "she wants her daughter to do it." Our original questioner wonders, "Why couldn't she just live with dad and be done with it?"
"Yeah, where was Judge Judy? There are better ways to handle this situation…"
At one point we have to stop to clarify some of the German. "Euch," someone says. "Euch. It's like an angry cat."
"German is funny!"
"I bet the Germans think English is funny."
"They do!"
"Are there any words that are normal in English but sound funny in German?"
"Well, Johnny Depp's last name means idiot in German. So they think it's pretty funny that he would change his name to idiot."
"Oh!!! There's a YouTube video, with Germans trying to say "squirrel"…"
Finally, amidst the mayhem, one of us asks pointedly, "where are we?"
"Oh," says our fearless leader darkly, "Dante wrote a whole book about it…"
in which we discover where we are going, and why we are in this handbasket
The singers draw together. One of them is wearing a very fetching black and white patterned blouse, another a beautiful blouse with splashes of color and sparkly beads. Another is eating dinner. With gusto, although not quite sure what she is eating - "What is this?" "Couscous." answers one of her fellow singers. "No" -- looking closer -- "It's quinoa. Quinoa." "What's quinoa?" "It's a grain. It's really good for you." "Oh, ok." "Where did you get it? Did your mom make it?" "Well, I assume so!"
We're learning a trio from Mozart's Magic Flute today. We are the three spirits, guiding and encouraging Tamino and Papageno through the series of trials set up by Sarastro and his cronies. "Hey, Sarastro!" one of us suddenly interjects. "He's the guy I want killed!"
It takes us a moment to connect one of her previous performances as the Queen of the Night with this comment. But yes! He is the guy that she wants killed. "But why?" one of us wants to know. "They used to be married. The spark has faded." "Yeah, and when the spark fades, there's not much else you can do…but lots of ways to do it...knifing, burying alive, poisoning…" "Also," the Queen of the Night adds, "she wants her daughter to do it." Our original questioner wonders, "Why couldn't she just live with dad and be done with it?"
"Yeah, where was Judge Judy? There are better ways to handle this situation…"
At one point we have to stop to clarify some of the German. "Euch," someone says. "Euch. It's like an angry cat."
"German is funny!"
"I bet the Germans think English is funny."
"They do!"
"Are there any words that are normal in English but sound funny in German?"
"Well, Johnny Depp's last name means idiot in German. So they think it's pretty funny that he would change his name to idiot."
"Oh!!! There's a YouTube video, with Germans trying to say "squirrel"…"
Finally, amidst the mayhem, one of us asks pointedly, "where are we?"
"Oh," says our fearless leader darkly, "Dante wrote a whole book about it…"
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