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Well, the memories from this weekend that stand out are, big surprise, the rehearsals with Dr Bruffy (refer to late April for descriptions of our workshop with him in Kansas City), getting to sing the high C descant after a bombed audition, fun stuff that happened standing next to the basses, crying at the boys' performance, and... drumroll... hanging out in breaks and at meals and on the bus with Tony.
For details...
We sang the Moses Hogan arrangement of Battle of Jericho, and I'd sung it two years before at Rice, on the same part (sure made rehearsals easy). Dr Bruffy was explaining how we were going to do the last three measures, sliding up to the unison middle C... and out of nowhere for fun, Greg (who was standing next to me) slid UP from BELOW a LOW C! The excitement and fluttering was immediate... Britany and Starr and I were all standing right by him and made a big fuss. And right after that he jokingly sang the soprano high C that comes in the descant... I'd kill that boy for his range if he didn't have so much to work on the control of the middle.
Speaking of that high C... They said that people who had prepared the descant should stay and audition it during the first five minutes of lunch on Saturday, so I did... and though they went through all eight of us twice, I bombed both tries. It was weak and skipped in and out and I felt like dying; I'd disgraced myself in front of the premier choral director in the World since Shaw... I was all mopey during lunch, though Tony helped some... then, in the last rehearsal, he was going to announce who'd gotten the solo, and was saying something like "any one of these girls could have done it..." and ended up letting all of us who had auditioned do it. There were two second altos and about six first sops (though the other alto was pretentious and called herself a mezzo already). So I got to fly through a range from G below middle C to a high C in that song. So happy.
Another happiness that came after that concert (aside from the excess sentimentalism that had me crying at the boys' mediocre Ave Maria and pretty good Conte's Dance) was when we were leaving, and Tony told me about it later. He went up to Dr Bruffy to say bye and thanks, and the man made a point to come shake his hand out of the crowd of hangers-on and said "I'll be seeing you down the road..." He was pretty ecstatic. He got a Bruffy compliment, and some of the bigger-headed region members from our school didn't... hee.
Then, Saturday night after the region concert, we rushed Tony out to the car (to the point that he forgot his backpack with all his music in it; it's still in Brenham, though they're sending it soon) to get to Jones Hall before the War Requiem. Saturday night I couldn't sing it because I hadn't been to the orchestra rehearsals Friday night and Saturday morning, so I was supposed to just listen and use the performance as an orchestra rehearsal. Tony got to come backstage since we were his ride, and he liked what he heard... Met Fi and Salad and learned who Ian was, and then we had to take him to his brother at Will-Call., and zoom off to Fi's second housewarming party. Salad and I ended up talking about Tony when we did talk... all kinds of situational and slightly dirty jokes and implications were made. Perversions abounded.
Sunday was uneventful except for the Requiem, in which I cried too hard to sing the second repeat of the Lacrimosa after the Tenor solo; it's Wilfred Owen poetry, and I'd never heard it before since the soloists weren't at the rehearsals I'd been there for. My face was very wet, and my throat closed:
Move him into the sun --
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
And then the funereal, pianissimo Lacrimosa... heart-hurting. Bill called me a softy afterward when I told him about it, and Salad seemed to agree... we went to Cabo, and it was cold, but the fajita salad was good. I was looking forward to seeing them again today, but the concert was cancelled. The Fort Bend boys couldn't get to Jones Hall. I'm disappointed, but I had a great afternoon...
The rain got hard enough in the last halfhour of school that the principal and viceprincipal kept excusing themselves for the interruption and explaining that everything was cancelled after school (yay, no makeup Physics test till tomorrow) and people who were parked on certain streets needed to move their cars before they got flooded. So the last bit of school was chaotic. I left my independent-study-composition practice room and sat outside the Chemistry door till school was over/
We snuck off to General Joe's together (I wasn't about to bike home in the thigh-high flood, let alone to a Rice rehearsal when Tom wasn't there and it was a dumb Bach we were rehearsing). I didn't want to hurt my chenille shirt in the rain, so I borrowed Tony's overshirt and changed, and we both left our shoes in the commons with our stuff and rolled our pants up and splashed down the block to the food. It was the most fun I've had in the rain in a long time, though he talked enough to get me worried about getting him sick.
Once we got back, we squoze the water out of our rolled-up pants and stole Bryce's jacket and sat down on the practice room floor to try and get warm. Ellis and Wes stopped by and sat in and talked for awhile... It was so fun, though not conducive to the warmth Tony was trying to acheive and I was definitely amenable to... >:-> )
Mama arrived right after Tony got snagged away, and we went to Katz's, which has an exquisite Philly Cheesesteak. I didn't know that. I was quite happy and I think Mama may have found I was babbling about how good my afternoon was. Though we did discuss my whole day, of course, as I give her a daily report of each class.. we talked about Jazz history some, and it sure is awe-inspiring what and whom she knows and what kind of opinions she has.
However, I got home to find that I've been disenrolled from my online English class. I'm not sure what's going on, as my deadline is December 6th. I'm gonna call them tomorrow. I'm doing well pushing the stress to the back of my mind. I've got the foreign language creadit to earn, too...If I don't graduate on time, then oh well. I'll be late.
Sam's hilarious. Life is all right.
For details...
We sang the Moses Hogan arrangement of Battle of Jericho, and I'd sung it two years before at Rice, on the same part (sure made rehearsals easy). Dr Bruffy was explaining how we were going to do the last three measures, sliding up to the unison middle C... and out of nowhere for fun, Greg (who was standing next to me) slid UP from BELOW a LOW C! The excitement and fluttering was immediate... Britany and Starr and I were all standing right by him and made a big fuss. And right after that he jokingly sang the soprano high C that comes in the descant... I'd kill that boy for his range if he didn't have so much to work on the control of the middle.
Speaking of that high C... They said that people who had prepared the descant should stay and audition it during the first five minutes of lunch on Saturday, so I did... and though they went through all eight of us twice, I bombed both tries. It was weak and skipped in and out and I felt like dying; I'd disgraced myself in front of the premier choral director in the World since Shaw... I was all mopey during lunch, though Tony helped some... then, in the last rehearsal, he was going to announce who'd gotten the solo, and was saying something like "any one of these girls could have done it..." and ended up letting all of us who had auditioned do it. There were two second altos and about six first sops (though the other alto was pretentious and called herself a mezzo already). So I got to fly through a range from G below middle C to a high C in that song. So happy.
Another happiness that came after that concert (aside from the excess sentimentalism that had me crying at the boys' mediocre Ave Maria and pretty good Conte's Dance) was when we were leaving, and Tony told me about it later. He went up to Dr Bruffy to say bye and thanks, and the man made a point to come shake his hand out of the crowd of hangers-on and said "I'll be seeing you down the road..." He was pretty ecstatic. He got a Bruffy compliment, and some of the bigger-headed region members from our school didn't... hee.
Then, Saturday night after the region concert, we rushed Tony out to the car (to the point that he forgot his backpack with all his music in it; it's still in Brenham, though they're sending it soon) to get to Jones Hall before the War Requiem. Saturday night I couldn't sing it because I hadn't been to the orchestra rehearsals Friday night and Saturday morning, so I was supposed to just listen and use the performance as an orchestra rehearsal. Tony got to come backstage since we were his ride, and he liked what he heard... Met Fi and Salad and learned who Ian was, and then we had to take him to his brother at Will-Call., and zoom off to Fi's second housewarming party. Salad and I ended up talking about Tony when we did talk... all kinds of situational and slightly dirty jokes and implications were made. Perversions abounded.
Sunday was uneventful except for the Requiem, in which I cried too hard to sing the second repeat of the Lacrimosa after the Tenor solo; it's Wilfred Owen poetry, and I'd never heard it before since the soloists weren't at the rehearsals I'd been there for. My face was very wet, and my throat closed:
Move him into the sun --
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
And then the funereal, pianissimo Lacrimosa... heart-hurting. Bill called me a softy afterward when I told him about it, and Salad seemed to agree... we went to Cabo, and it was cold, but the fajita salad was good. I was looking forward to seeing them again today, but the concert was cancelled. The Fort Bend boys couldn't get to Jones Hall. I'm disappointed, but I had a great afternoon...
The rain got hard enough in the last halfhour of school that the principal and viceprincipal kept excusing themselves for the interruption and explaining that everything was cancelled after school (yay, no makeup Physics test till tomorrow) and people who were parked on certain streets needed to move their cars before they got flooded. So the last bit of school was chaotic. I left my independent-study-composition practice room and sat outside the Chemistry door till school was over/
We snuck off to General Joe's together (I wasn't about to bike home in the thigh-high flood, let alone to a Rice rehearsal when Tom wasn't there and it was a dumb Bach we were rehearsing). I didn't want to hurt my chenille shirt in the rain, so I borrowed Tony's overshirt and changed, and we both left our shoes in the commons with our stuff and rolled our pants up and splashed down the block to the food. It was the most fun I've had in the rain in a long time, though he talked enough to get me worried about getting him sick.
Once we got back, we squoze the water out of our rolled-up pants and stole Bryce's jacket and sat down on the practice room floor to try and get warm. Ellis and Wes stopped by and sat in and talked for awhile... It was so fun, though not conducive to the warmth Tony was trying to acheive and I was definitely amenable to... >:-> )
Mama arrived right after Tony got snagged away, and we went to Katz's, which has an exquisite Philly Cheesesteak. I didn't know that. I was quite happy and I think Mama may have found I was babbling about how good my afternoon was. Though we did discuss my whole day, of course, as I give her a daily report of each class.. we talked about Jazz history some, and it sure is awe-inspiring what and whom she knows and what kind of opinions she has.
However, I got home to find that I've been disenrolled from my online English class. I'm not sure what's going on, as my deadline is December 6th. I'm gonna call them tomorrow. I'm doing well pushing the stress to the back of my mind. I've got the foreign language creadit to earn, too...If I don't graduate on time, then oh well. I'll be late.
Sam's hilarious. Life is all right.
