11. December 2005 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

So it’s already out! And, well, I don’t like to toot my own horn most of the time, but when Mr. Scheinin talks about the “mellifluous oboe” he’s referring to me. Woo hoo! (No name is given, but oh well … I can’t ask for everything now, can I?) I played principal for the set, since Pam was soloing. She also gets a good mention, as did the other “excellent players” in the Concertante!

So read it and enjoy.

Today’s performance went equally well, if not better. (I’m thinking better, but then I’m not always objective.) Working with Maestro Cleve was a delight the entire run. So I’m fairly jazzed tonight.

Tomorrow it’s sing-along Messiah at the California Theatre. After that, let the Nuts begin.

UPDATE
My husband, Dan, thought it was awfully funny that I wrote “I don’t like to toot my own horn.” Heh. He’s right! I do, indeed, like to toot my own horn. So never mind about that. Instead … how ’bout “I don’t like to brag.” Maybe that works better …?! I’m always uncomfortable bragging. Really.
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My headache has returned. How kind of it. Granted, it’s not the full blown migraine, but it’s there and I can tell it wants to be a migraine and is planning and hoping to be. So I ask you … is this fair? I think not! So I’m staying home from church and I think I’ll take a little bit of time to feel sorry for myself. Not too much, but just the right amount. I’m sure you understand!

11. December 2005 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Quotes

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

-Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (One source says this is attributed to Mozart, while the rest state it as fact.)
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