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Momentous Faure for 9/11 in the Organ Hall at lunch. There's something about reverberant acoustics which encourages both volume and sluggishness, but I think Tom managed to keep us on the rails for the most part, and it was such a lush, washy sound that all kinds of small errors, and a lack of subtle dynamics, were forgiven. It was certainly the best pair of soloists I've ever performed it with. And the orchestra was supremely gracious, as well as graceful, neither making us sound bad nor sounding bad themselves, but following Tom perfectly with allowances for distance. Lynn was the cello section all by herself, and sounded like a full orchestra section as part of the ensemble. Ms. Winkler drifted the obbligato on pinfeathers. The brass were a consistent and driving, but not overwhelming, force of inevitability. My strange issues with Bryan in performance seem to be resolved; he both followed and led, as the occasion required, with silver-limned dexterity and singularity of purpose. The organ filled the remaining dimensions, rather than being submerged in the hall's warm wash. I can do nothing with that piece but adore it to the end of my soul.
I went to lunch and store with Dan and got a yoga mat, which is required for Opera Workshop (personally, I'd rather save the $20 and lie on the floor). But the Sonic was good, and it was good to be with him.
I seem to be copyediting the book for Vocal Rep as she writes it concurrently with teaching the class. I know it's probably obnoxious of me, but I can't help doing it, and I might as well give it back to her so she can see what I think. In any case, it's useful for learning the information in the book, but only after I've done it once and read it again.
Stephan and I skived off at 3 to his house to molder before first read-through, and I showed him Bobs albums and Eight Seasons again, and he showed me Tangos and Portuguese tango ancestors and many other things, and then we went to the reading. It was a lovely first reading, and it will only get better.
Tomorrow, though, is orchestra rehearsal for Adams/B9. And so is Wednesday. And Thursday's the concert. But here we go.
I went to lunch and store with Dan and got a yoga mat, which is required for Opera Workshop (personally, I'd rather save the $20 and lie on the floor). But the Sonic was good, and it was good to be with him.
I seem to be copyediting the book for Vocal Rep as she writes it concurrently with teaching the class. I know it's probably obnoxious of me, but I can't help doing it, and I might as well give it back to her so she can see what I think. In any case, it's useful for learning the information in the book, but only after I've done it once and read it again.
Stephan and I skived off at 3 to his house to molder before first read-through, and I showed him Bobs albums and Eight Seasons again, and he showed me Tangos and Portuguese tango ancestors and many other things, and then we went to the reading. It was a lovely first reading, and it will only get better.
Tomorrow, though, is orchestra rehearsal for Adams/B9. And so is Wednesday. And Thursday's the concert. But here we go.
