… for this. Too darn funny. ;-)
Sooooo … I’m at that “certain age”. Every woman gets there eventually. I got there later than most. But here I am. And it’s really not so hot. And yet it is very hot.
Yes, indeed, it’s been hot flash time for a few months now.
So far I’m dealing fine, but let me tell you, when you are about to play a solo and a hot flash hits it’s just not that much fun. Of course what can one do but deal, but still, I wish I could hold up a sign saying, “This is a little bit more difficult at the moment because I am currently burning up from the inside out.” Or at least a sign that says “Yes, I’m really hot.” But no, no signs, and still I deal. I have no choice.
That is all.
For my bassoon playing pals who love Rite. Or not.
I just love this:
Friedrich Curschmann: Blumengruß
Sylvia Schwartz (dressed as Carmen), soprano
Annette Dasch (dressed as Brünnhilde), soprano
Daniela Fally (dressed as Adele), soprano
Katrin Dasch, piano
If you know me, you know I’m not really a dance person most of the time. But this? Made me laugh. So on to the blog it goes.
I know some will relate to this. Me? No more, no more ….
Okay … just have to post this. Because I usually DO think of ukelele when I think of Mozart. (Thanks patti with an i and, from what you wrote, Ted S. who must have brought it to your attention …?)
Rarely do we get an oboe video quite like this! Many thanks to Joan H. for sending me a link to the Bosque Bassoon site!
Yes, there is a reason to play viola after all! ;-)
Marco Roberto Sousa Jr. loves playing the viola — even more so now that the stringed instrument may have saved his life.
Eighth-grader Marco, 13, was walking home from Hastings Middle School on Thursday when he was hit by an SUV. Luckily for him, the viola took the worst of the blow, its hardshell plastic case serving as a cushion to spare Marco from more serious injury. As it was, he sustained a fractured hip, a concussion and facial cuts and bruises in the accident.
I’m playing Mary Poppins for two weeks. It’s all a bit surreal, since my mother died on Monday and our first rehearsal was Monday, but that’s the life of a musician: we don’t get to take a rehearsal off and still play the job. If we don’t play the job we don’t get paid. I love my work, and I wouldn’t trade it, but this is one of the things that can cause difficulties.
That being said, this post isn’t about that, really. (I guess I just felt like whining …?!) It’s more about that whole “Spoonful of Sugar” thing Mary talks about. Seems to me they need to change the words.
… and who knew that “aspoonful” was one word, eh?