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Alastair Willis, star of stage and concert hall, Tom's protege of old and conductor of last summer's Lord of the Rings at HSO, was a darling this morning. Tom's church choir is doing Dubois's Seven Last Words of Christ tomorrow for Palm Sunday Vespers, and he invited any Rice people who wanted to sing it. Under the baton of dear Alastair. Who paints music. I love him. And the Dubois is lovely, though it wishes it were Faure.
Andrew showed up and has been hanging about, doing scansion on the Whitman he's to compose on and practicing the Stravinsky, but Reggie has once again foiled the best-laid plans by being grounded for truancy and having his piano lesson rescheduled for the one time we could have been at his house. This was the only day that worked well for Andrew, and Tuesday doesn't work very well for the rest of us, but it's the next best. Reggie.
I should still write my paper, but it looks like it's not gonna happen today.
Andrew showed up and has been hanging about, doing scansion on the Whitman he's to compose on and practicing the Stravinsky, but Reggie has once again foiled the best-laid plans by being grounded for truancy and having his piano lesson rescheduled for the one time we could have been at his house. This was the only day that worked well for Andrew, and Tuesday doesn't work very well for the rest of us, but it's the next best. Reggie.
I should still write my paper, but it looks like it's not gonna happen today.