Well, spring break has begun, and rather than getting time off from work as I'd hoped, I'm "stuck" in New Jersey. There are several advantages to this: most immediately that I got a full night's (and morning's) sleep earlier, I will make money in the evenings, and I will have time to work on composition and schoolwork ( Read more... )

Yesterday was mostly uneventful, with the following exception: I had lunch with two of my professors and Dr. Vivian Fung.

Wonderful post-feminist/ gender studies and musical composition conversation and food.

I suppose I should get cracking on my other projects for the day now . . . Osvaldo Golijov playlist, composing, lunch, Schenkerian analysis ( Read more... )

Well, last week rehearsals ate my life.

I performed Felix Mendelssohn's Die Erste Wahlpurgisnacht with the New York Philharmonic for four nights straight. On the plus side, I feel that I have grown at least somewhat, as a singer and musician by watching Kurt Masur rehearse and perform a masterwork. I also got to hear people keep saying "I really ( Read more... )

I pulled this off of tscheese's journal, but everybody else was doing it too ( Read more... )

Just finished a miniature jazz tune.

You can listen to it if you wish.

Of course, as a jazz tune there's tons of stuff I'd like to work in over it, solo lines and the like. But to be fair, I was working under a tight deadline.

Woke up late, but feeling better than yesterday (99.5o fever). Hacked up a gob of light brown goo and felt even better. Made a chicken and parmesan omelet paired with eggnog and honey coffee (loads better than it sounds). Practiced piano with a blindfold, composed with pencil, paper, and keyboard. Obtained Vietnamese food for dinner and watched ( Read more... )

Sorry folks, this one's a day late.

Last night's dream involved talking to one of the leads in the play I'm writing incidental music for. He asked whether or not I was finished with the pieces.

Apparently I can't escape my work even in my dreams. * Sigh *

So, two nights ago's dream:

( Samuel L. Jackson taught my brother to kick ass . . . in my dreams. )

That is all.

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Well, this is pretty cool: an unrealized plan of Frank Lloyd Wright's that was transplanted to Ireland and constructed in 2007. I mean, the architect had only been dead for forty-eight years; that's not much of an impediment, is it?