It was 11:04 last night that I signed on to Facebook for what I thought would be one last little visit before heading on up to bed, where my wife already was. But then a message came in from a facebook friend with these ominous words: Isn’t it sad about Kathy Hoadley? - a classmate
I haven’t seen much of my wife lately, because she has been busy all week with rehearsals for “Seussical” at the Racine Theater Guild. This was not a production of the RTG itself, but rather a production presented under the auspices of the Racine Children’s Theater, which once upon a time was a free- standing,
I have come to appreciate one facet of my work as a voice teacher to which I used to give not a moment’s thought... and that is the need for me to expose my students to great singers who are completely unknown to them but who are a cherished part of my own musical makeup.
Four and a half weeks from now, Pastor Jeff Barrow will officially become Bishop Jeff Barrow, and I will have the distinct honor of presiding over the music that day. But from the moment Jeff asked me to do that, he very frankly and soberly explained that for as much as he might want to
I am looking back on this weekend of Magic Flute performances with such gratitude and joy. The Friday night performance, about which I was so nervous, went quite well and was enthusiastically received. . . and then Saturday turned out to be altogether better in every way, with an even bigger audience even more excited
Tonight was the opening night of The Magic Flute, and I am thrilled and relieved and even a bit surprised to say that the audience absolutely loved what they saw and heard tonight. It feels odd to wrote those words - and if any cast members happen to read them, I wouldn’t blame them if
We took it up a notch with tonight’s “Magic Flute” rehearsal -our second to last rehearsal - which was by far our best run- through yet. Our cast seemed to achieve that fantastic sense of “flow” in which they’re working hard yet so secure that it doesn’t even look or feel like work. Another way
If yesterday morning was a tear-drenched sob fest at the imminent departure of Pastor Jeff Barrow, the afternoon banquet and program was a chance to shed all of the sorrow (or most of it, anyway) and enjoy some laughter. Lots of laughter, in fact- which is only right when the person at the heart of
