The last several days have been rather easy going, compared to the wall-to-wall weekend just past. Most of my time has been devoted to housecleaning and some preliminary Christmas decorating, plus more television than I should be watching. (Last evening I caught myself trying to choose between the E channel’s “100 most memorable swimsuit moments”
The final act of last weekend was the third annual Sing-along Messiah at First United Methodist Church in Kenosha. I first assisted with a Singalong Messiah there perhaps ten years ago or so, back when I still had the Carthage Community Chorus - and I might have even been one of the soloists. I’m not
When Trevor and I ventured out of the theater after Saturday afternoon’s Romeo and Juliet simulcast, we were greeted by the sight of at least three inches of new snow on the ground and still more falling . . . a lovely sight but a also an unwelcome mess, especially for me because of that
In a weekend that was chock full of singing, playing and conducting, it was a very sweet relief to be just an audience member for several hours Saturday afternoon, with no responsibility except to enjoy myself. The occasion in question was the kickoff of the second season of movie theater simulcasts from the Metropolitan Opera.
One of the most exciting things about this weekend was the annual Christmas program at Holy Communion, “Look for the Light.” It has become such a joyous and memorable part of our life at Holy Communion, so it seems strange to remember when the matter was first discussed in worship and music about doing the
This past weekend was an amazing weekend - one of the most incredible in recent memory, and I’m going to have to write about it in installments, as though trying to create what I’m sure would go down in history as the world’s least- watched mini-series. Or maybe it would work better as the world’s
Here’s another voice jury from the past couple days that really made me smile. Jon Habermaas is one of those later- in-life college students that adds so much to a campus like Carthage. I’m not sure how old he is, so let’s just say that he’s somewhere between 3 and 103. He is primarily studying
Even by my standards, yesterday was an incredibly long workday. It started at the radio station at 7:30 in the morning and ended in my Carthage voice studio at 11:20 that night. It included xeroxing my Popular Music America final (all five pages of it), giving the test, then hearing and playing for voice juries
As I drove back to Carthage tonight at 8:00, I was anticipating three hours of practicing with music students for juries this week- but when I got to Carthage, I could scarcely believe my eyes- only one single person had signed up to practice with me tonight- and she wasn’t signed up until 9. But
I made one of the all-time great entrances today, and it very nearly didn’t happen at all. I started feeling poorly over the last several days, and today was the worst- and I felt miserable enough that I not only pulled out of the Messiah performance in Zion for which I was going to be
