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Left Johnny's studio (in the company of the three cds of the audio program Reason which Brian gave me, along with his number and email in case they don't work, which they don't cause the registration number is not quite right or I can't read it or something), and then went to Western Wind workshop. The first part is over now (which is why I have time to post), and it was tremendous. Mama and I got in the highest group after we were checked individually at the beginning. That in itself was fun; getting to sight-read a Palestrina motet with the four guys from the Western Wind supporting you is one of the coolest musical experiences I've ever had. And then there was the actual weekend workshop. Our group subdivided sang six songs, and I was in four of them, one of which was Bach's motet Der Geist Hilft (regioners from freshman year will remember it, I think). Then there was a Larsen "Witches' Trio" for quartet, oddly enough, veryvery fun and we got a standing ovation. It was actually fairly hard to learn, being mostly minor seconds tri-tones and other only-dissonant-in-the-wrong-context intervals, contemporary setting of the Shakespeare witch scene from Macbeth. There was also Lieto Godea, a Gabrieli madrigal which is quite swoonworthy, and as a double-chorus octet one-on-a-part, it was sooo pretty and fun to carry myself. Another quartet I was in was Muie' Rendera', a Brazilian folk song arranged in a similar manner to the Chilean one we did at State last year, but much more fun because I carried my own part and it was all dancy and Chiquita Banana-y. Those were the ones I was in, and I will be foisting the recording on you all soon enough. There was also this really cool vocal jazz arrangement of Summer Breeze, and a Palestrina madrigal, which I was not in. Oh, and the big group piece that all of the groups did at the end, Elliot's setting of Psalm 23, was fun also, though I couldn't reallyget into it as much as I could the smaller group stuff; the music didn't speak as much to me.
Roger and Debbie's group did a spectacular Bosnian folk song with really cool jazzy dissonant harmonies, and I think they're buying a copy to bring back so we can do it on Sundays, since it's five-part.
People keep coming up to me a congratulating me for such a wonderful job, even aside from the other three witches who had a fun time coaching their junior witch (they're all over forty); it's a really strange feeling. They didn't do that for any of the other people in my group... it's like I'm some kind of celebrity. It's fairly uncomfortable, and I skipped the beginning of dinner in Tyler Hall to come in here in the library and post, so I can eat later and avoid the biggest rush. I'm feeling particularly antisocial. I may just go sit in my room at Baldwin House. Oh yes, this is a college. Smith college. The campus is pretty, with Victorian-era housing and some of the school buildings. Unfortunately, that also measn the bathrooms are down the hall and the floor is creaky and the doors slam unless you are as careful as you can possibly be and there's no air conditioning and the only lights are two faint fluorescent bulbs which make it hard to read yourself to sleep. But it's pretty, and it has maple trees, which make maple helicopters, with which I have not played since I was under five. It also has hills, which are certainly different. My last experience of this kind of hill was in Scotland at Talitha's house and walking to see the cafe where JKR writes.
Anyway, I've been having fun except for sometimes, and I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, unless Massachusetts is on the inside of the Hollow Earth under the curve.
I am going back to Johnny's studio when I have something worthwhile to record, and I am bringing you all because it is beyond cool. And I would wail at you all about what a cool workshop you're missing, but that would be mean and would also only make me unhappy to think about it.
Still Shosting every night. I don't know what I'll do when my cd player batteries die.
Roger and Debbie's group did a spectacular Bosnian folk song with really cool jazzy dissonant harmonies, and I think they're buying a copy to bring back so we can do it on Sundays, since it's five-part.
People keep coming up to me a congratulating me for such a wonderful job, even aside from the other three witches who had a fun time coaching their junior witch (they're all over forty); it's a really strange feeling. They didn't do that for any of the other people in my group... it's like I'm some kind of celebrity. It's fairly uncomfortable, and I skipped the beginning of dinner in Tyler Hall to come in here in the library and post, so I can eat later and avoid the biggest rush. I'm feeling particularly antisocial. I may just go sit in my room at Baldwin House. Oh yes, this is a college. Smith college. The campus is pretty, with Victorian-era housing and some of the school buildings. Unfortunately, that also measn the bathrooms are down the hall and the floor is creaky and the doors slam unless you are as careful as you can possibly be and there's no air conditioning and the only lights are two faint fluorescent bulbs which make it hard to read yourself to sleep. But it's pretty, and it has maple trees, which make maple helicopters, with which I have not played since I was under five. It also has hills, which are certainly different. My last experience of this kind of hill was in Scotland at Talitha's house and walking to see the cafe where JKR writes.
Anyway, I've been having fun except for sometimes, and I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, unless Massachusetts is on the inside of the Hollow Earth under the curve.
I am going back to Johnny's studio when I have something worthwhile to record, and I am bringing you all because it is beyond cool. And I would wail at you all about what a cool workshop you're missing, but that would be mean and would also only make me unhappy to think about it.
Still Shosting every night. I don't know what I'll do when my cd player batteries die.
