I do plenty of interviews where the topic at hand is near and dear to my heart and I could talk all day off the top of my head. And then there are other interviews which take me far outside of my comfort zone, and for which I labor mightily to be prepared. . .
Yesterday was the spring meeting for the Wisconsin chapter of NATS (the National Association of Teachers of Singing) and (in a clear sign of the times) the focus of the day’s presentations was on musical theater. The morning session featured a staff member from Milwaukee’s Skylight Opera, which was pretty exciting, but in my book
Kathy and I had a wonderful dinner yesterday evening at Kenosha’s Italian American Club with our friends Rita and Ben. . . and one of the most enjoyable aspects of eating there is that we always seem to run into all kinds of people there that we know. And Rita and Ben, both full-blooded Italians,
The front page of today’s Chicago Tribune is dominated by a heartbreakingly story of three young high school seniors from Chicago whose spring break bicycling trip ended tragically when all three of them were struck by a minivan. One of the young women was killed- the other two were seriously injured. What had been an
For the last three weeks, I have been riding around with a pink slip hanging from my visor- a reminder of an unfortunate wrong turn I took back on March 4th which resulted in a ticket for disobeying a posted traffic sign (in this case, No Left Turn) to the tune of an $88 fine
I’m thinking more about yesterday’s RSO youth concert- and all of the signs around us that too many people (and especially young people, although by no means is this an attitude unknown to young and old alike) think of music not as something to create and experience as a participant- but something merely to be
Kathy and I had quite a fun gig this morning with the Racine Symphony Orchestra, as part of their annual fifth grade concert. For the zillionth year in a row, Kathy began the concert by singing the National Anthem- and a few minutes later I took the stage as narrator for Prokofiev’s “Peter and the
I should be blogging about the visit this past weekend of Kathy’s Aunt Linda (which was such fun) but that will have to wait for another day. Instead, I find myself wanting to write about a neat moment which occurred this morning as I was exiting my car and entering Carthage’s Johnson Arts Center to
“The mightiest lever known to the mortal world. . . Imagination.” William Wordsworth I have experienced a lot of great faculty recitals at Carthage over the last 19 years, both as an audience member and participant, but none any more moving and inspiring than the one delivered tonight by my colleague, office neighbor, and friend:
Last night was my first rehearsal for “The Producers,” the next big show at the Racine Theater Guild and an under-taking which feels especially formidable. I guess I usually experience these kind of feelings whenever rehearsals get underway, but this show is uncommonly challenging on a lot of different levels- and the ensemble is handed
