Funny how life works. I was pretty sure that something would come along to help put my Met opera disappointment into some perspective, but little did I know that it would come so quickly or so powerfully. I had heard from someone that there was a huge article about Placido Domingo in yesterday’s New York
I have officially begun my Carthage spring break tonight by cleaning out our guest bedroom - Yahoo! - because we’re giving our twin bed to our niece Lorelai. If I had let Mark into that room without cleaning it, he would have died from the shock and Kathy and I would have died from the
Our friend Kate Potter Barrow was here the other night so our Caritas trio could practice for an upcoming performance- but much to our surprise (and delight) she brought along her golden retriever Pete, who happens to be the brother of our older dog, Ellie. From the second our two dogs caught sight of Pete
Every other Tuesday at 12:15, most of the music department and its students and faculty gather for another departmental recital, and almost always if someone needs a piano accompanist, I’m the shnook they call upon. Partly it’s because, like Ado Annie in the musical Oklahoma, I Can’t Say No. But it’s also because I’m good
. . . and other random recollections of Kenosha’s 2009 Solo and Ensemble competition. . . *The four young men pictured above are four of Polly’s guys from Tremper High School’s top choir, and I snapped this picture just as they were about to begin singing a snappy arrangement of “Amazing Grace” - a performance
It’s solo and ensemble time, which means a lot of last minute preparations with my own students and with other students for whom I’m playing piano accompaniments. I just got my complete list of “clients” this morning, and I am playing for twenty-one students tomorrow, which I know is more than the rules technically allow
The younger of our two golden retrievers, Bobbi, had not been herself for quite some time. She just seemed a little bit listless - and she would spend long stretches of time lying either in our downstairs bathroom (right at the foot of the stool, head buried in the corner of the room) or in
I had to stop by the Registrar’s Office in Lentz Hall this afternoon to take care of a couple of things, and was surprised to find a swarm of students in the lobby of the building - an uncommon sight anytime but especially at 4:00 in the afternoon. It turns out that I was right
I’ve blogged before about my opera class at Carthage, which consists of four music majors and twelve non-music majors. . . and the non-majors are about as NON-music- major as they come. But these young athletes are doing pretty well at grasping an art form which until February 6th they knew absolutely nothing about. Their
The young man pictured above is named Chase Tonar, and he is someone I have known for many years because he has grown up at Holy Communion. It seems like only yesterday that he was an exceptionally gifted boy soprano who absolutely loved to sing and was fearless about it - and now he
