I listen to classical music rarely, but when I do, it normally takes me over: body, mind and soul. The best pieces cause me to close my eyes, prance about, and swing my arms about like a spastic conductor. I am possessed by the spirits of long-dead Europeans.
I listen to classical music rarely, but when I do, it normally takes me over: body, mind and soul. The best pieces cause me to close my eyes, prance about, and swing my arms about like a spastic conductor. I am possessed by the spirits of long-dead Europeans.
… I’d love to see and hear “Cake Catastrophe” because it sounds as if it might be about me. I can’t tell you how many birthday cakes I baked that flopped. I’d wind up hiding the bad cake in the laundry room and Dan would run to the store to purchase a store cake. (I no longer even bother to try to make them.)
The sixth-grade class at Our Lady of Peace school created an opera company called, “Busy Bees Opera,” and staged a production of an original opera, titled “Cake Catastrophe.”
Instructors at the Metropolitan Opera Company trained the school music teacher, Stephanie Doyle, and the school language arts teacher, Susan Brynes. The two teachers then taught all 35 sixth grade students to create an opera of their own.
Doesn’t it sound like fun? I read about it here.
When I was a kid my brother Greg and I would make mud pies on the side of the house (where he also built a fort) and we would sing opera. Or at least that’s what I remember. He seems to have forgotten. (And he’s younger than I!) I’m sure our operas were wonderful.
With today’s increasingly superb technology, live orchestras and unpredictable conductors are dispensable.
(This was written by a professional violinist who no longer performs, as I understand it, but runs a private studio where the blogger teaches other violinists.)
