heilige tugend

My, my, my, my, my.

I may have promised more than I can deliver!

In these sacred halls, tonight, there was no revenge - also no talking out of turn, pursuing of tangents, cracking of jokes, squabbling, or mayhem of any kind!

One hardly recognized us.

"Don't worry," our First Lady of Song assured me afterwards. "It's only the first class. They'll be misbehaving in no time."

In the meantime, tonight we accomplished an amazing feat: a Whirlwind Tour through the entire Magic Flute, with all the major arias and duets touched on, and pretty much all of the dialogue read.

We were treated to both of the Queen of the Night's arias, sung in full splendor by our uncontested Queen. We had a couple of different wonderful Papagenos. We are already envisioning him being covered in peacock feathers (donations of feathers, etc. are more than welcome).

And: we have a bass!

Friends, we are flush. Let's enjoy this moment.

* charade *

Good morning, friends!
It's a beautifully blustery one.

Why am I posting on a Thursday instead of a Wednesday? Because last night I was out having the perhaps once-in-a-lifetime treat of seeing one of my favorite movies on the big screen.

But next week the mayhem starts up again!

You will once again get to hear about Opera Scenes.
Better than any movie, this acting, singing, dancing class has got it all:

     - mystery
     - intrigue
     - conflict
     - comedy (lots and lots of comedy)
     - witty dialogue
     - lovable characters
     - happy endings

So come on along for the ride. Because, mesdames et messieurs, ici, l'attraction, c'est nous!
   

it's not over till...

There are easy days, and there are tough days.

Sometimes it's not clear why a day is one or the other.

It's not like people weren't perfectly nice to me, some even smiled when they saw me, some did me favors and said nice things to me.

And yet I was annoyed by the smallest things today. A man who kept yelling at me as I walked down the street. "Miss! Miss!" Persistent, rude.

A woman who tried to get me to do something, join her cause, a perfectly good cause, but one I did not at that moment want to join, and said something tactless, to which I answered something tactless back.

A disappearing bike lane.

Wegmans being out of Ben & Jerry's vanilla ice cream. And just out-and-out not carrying matches, the small ones anyway.

Is everyone in the world lighting their candles with lighters?

And then there were the small wonderful things. A friend's silly accent making me laugh. A kind voice on the phone in the middle of the day. Being reunited with my instrument after having it in the shop. Singing.

pinecones 2/we are here to help each other out 2

The pinecone game was back this week. My student strode right in and took them off the shelf and lined them up. Then she laid out the green ribbon. The game was to kick a pinecone across the green ribbon each time she did a fancy bowing. The fancy bowing happens six times in the song, so there are six pinecones.

She was still having some trouble remembering which part was which. Sometimes I'd give her a prompt, like "it's like the beginning again, but with a different ending". We got through it, and we were just sitting there assessing for a moment when she said, "We should tape a piece of paper to each pinecone, and write on it 'Beginning, 1st ending,' and stuff."

"Brilliant!" I said. "I'll get paper, you get tape."

We set to work. Soon each pinecone was labelled (have you ever tried to tape a piece of paper to a pinecone? Not as simple as it sounds). "PINECONE 1. Beginning with first ending," etc etc. We decided we probably shouldn't kick them, or the papers would fall off. "I can make a piece of paper that says "DONE!" and then as I play them you can take each pinecone and put it on the piece of paper," my student said. "Good idea," I said.

That was soon made, and we played through it again, this time with no prompts.

"You can use these with your other students to help them too," she said.

"Good idea," I said.

waiting

Good evening!

Where oh where, world, is my promised rainstorm?

You promised rain this morning, you promised rain at noon
But evening came and still no monsoon
Hither and thither I came, and whither I went
No boots did I need, nor jacket, nor tent
Not for miles, not for feet, meters or yards
All was as dry as the best mustards.
Oh when will it rain? When will it pour?
I'd better go out, walking, and tempt it some more...

a day of adventure

I borrowed a car today!

of pinecones and play

Today a student of mine and I were playing the pinecone game. I say "the pinecone game" but really that's not a helpful designation, because at any moment anything at all could become the pinecone game, and it could never be the same twice. It happened because we had been playing the bead game last week, but then I went and took home the beads (they were, it must be said, tiny, and in great danger of being lost). And there the pinecones were.

There they always are, because I pick them up on the way to work. I try to pass them by; sometimes I succeed. But invariably, after a few weeks of this, walking by and ignoring them, or telling them yes, I see you, yes you are beautiful but I have so many of you already!…I pick another one up and it's just so beautiful I have to take it with me.

So there is a pile of pinecones in my studio. Which is a good thing, because it means we can always play the pinecone game!

Anyway my student asked me, as we put them away, "do you ever wash your pinecones?"
"No, I've never even thought of washing them. Are they dirty?"
"Well if you haven't washed them, they must be dirty."

Can one wash pinecones? Should one wash pinecones?

Well, the pinecone game was fun. That and the fact that the world threw a microwave in my path right when I needed one, and that I got to sit in (stand in, really) on a few songs with some guitar-playing dudes at the market today ("What have you got in there?" "A viola." "Want to play? Open that case up, get it out!")…all these things, and more, make me a happy blogger tonight. 

So open that case up, whatever it is, get it out, and play!