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"I love a girl who can heft." - Mr. E
Compchorea is finished and, while I am sad to see it go, I will not be missing the drama that went along with it. I loved the belly dance, and am very glad that we will get to do it again this Thursday for some board of important people. The candle dance was beautiful, but I was always terrified of messing it up. My singing on the first two nights ( Read more... ) -
Just an update on a peaceful night
Re: the last requiemSmaller turnout than New London's preformance, which everyone refered to as the dress rehearsal-- annoying. Jurate and Adrian's people did wonderfuly, but the chorus was very rude, talking dropping things throughout. The chorus did better in NL in my opinion; more mistakes this time. Had to go out to dinner with them after. It ( Read more... ) -
Le Requiem, un est fini!
Preformance was held in St. James church tonight. Lovely place. The organ there is amazing.
There were three pieces preformed tonight.
The first was Exsultate, Jubilate by Mozart. Jurate was the soloist. After listening to her sing, my mother and Lindsay understand now why I came out of every voice lesson for the past two years either in tears ( Read more... ) -
Abandon Hope, all who enter here
So on my way to get a bagel before my piano lesson, we drive by this guy standing by a gass station. He's old with a salt and peper colored beard, dressed in a winter coat. He's holding a small, brown cardboard sign with something written by hand on it. We get closer, and it says, "will work for food." It was heart breakining. Mom and I wanted to ( Read more... ) -
I will beat you all with my music until you are unable to sing anymore
I am utterly disgusted by the quality of the chorus of the CT Lyric Opera. Those who brag of going on their eighth opera cannot read music, cannot follow rhythms, and cannot stay on pitch. I am so sick and tired of those two other sopranno women constantly rushing the piece. They always end up messing me up because they sing A. so off pitch and B. ( Read more... ) -
Nice
I love nights like this. It's getting late, but I'm not worrying about everything that I have to do. My window is wide open, and the lace curtain moves slightly with the cold breeze flowing in. I love when my room is cool at night. Not freezing, but cool. Cold air smells so clean and wonderful to me. It's one of the reasons I love the winter, even ( Read more... ) -
Darn it...
I managed to mess up my ankle again, and I have no clue how I did it. I hope it straightens itself out by Sunday, when I have another belly dance rehearsal. I love this piece! It's toally amazing, and I'm actually doing very well in it (partially because I have no trouble with keeping the pieces of my costume on. Lookit that, hips come in handy for ( Read more... ) -
Forget the cowboy, give me my horse.
Two words: frickin' cold. I honest to God would not have been surprised if at least some of the girls who had been their longer than three hours went home with mild frost bite. And then, of course, there's lovely little me dressed on the bottom with PJs under dance pants under jeans, and on the top with PJs under a ripped old sweatshirt under a ( Read more... ) -
I just want to know why
Alex might not be able to do compchorea with me, because he went and agreed to another commitment without checking first whether or not that date might conflict with compchorea. And guess what? It might. Isn't that lovely? So now that expensive dress might be worthless to me. And, oh look, more loveliness: mom's making me stop ballroom dancing ( Read more... )
