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Lesson today reinforced my dissatisfaction (there's an understatement) with my place in fachdom. Susanne liked Lazy Afternoon, though. She told me to do that one for the Chorale concert. Good, because I like it. Meanwhile, I'm trying to think of things other than Lonely House and Street Scene, because I just got out of after-rehearsal dinner.
I don't know what it is about the violence in the scene after What Good Would the Moon Be, but it transfixes me. I'm not a violence-loving person; I don't care about action films, I don't fight for its own sake, but this scene--I want to see it over and over. That was the scene they were finishing as we Ribbon/Bow people came straggling in. Maybe it's the concentration of raw and simple emotions behind the stand each person makes. Vincent wants to molest Rose; simple enough. Rose doesn't want to be molested; also simple. Sam wants to defend Rose, since he's in love with her, but is physically pathetic next to Vincent; what follows is hardly a fight, more of a smackdown. Zach, who is over 6 feet tall, plays Vincent. He gutpunches Aaron (playing Sam), who is just barely taller than me, and thin as a rail with habitual dorky loafers and dress shirt. The physical contrast is stunning, and emphasizes the rather bleak outlook Sam has on life, which makes the ensuing hopeful duet even sadder. I was trying to think about other things--right.
Dan and I screeched off in a smoking blaze to dinner after rehearsal, and made it back before he had to be at work. I parked his car, biked back, and gave him his keys, and went home without thinking about it, just in time for mama to leave. Checking the email, I saw Roger's question whether I was bringing anyone to sing Sunday, so I called Bryan. His parents will be in town, so he can't come, but what struck me was that he asked expectantly whether I'd be over tonight. I hadn't thought about it, but sometimes when I don't think about it I end up there. It was fuzzy to realize that they assume I'll come if I don't have to be somewhere. Maybe I will go.
I don't know what it is about the violence in the scene after What Good Would the Moon Be, but it transfixes me. I'm not a violence-loving person; I don't care about action films, I don't fight for its own sake, but this scene--I want to see it over and over. That was the scene they were finishing as we Ribbon/Bow people came straggling in. Maybe it's the concentration of raw and simple emotions behind the stand each person makes. Vincent wants to molest Rose; simple enough. Rose doesn't want to be molested; also simple. Sam wants to defend Rose, since he's in love with her, but is physically pathetic next to Vincent; what follows is hardly a fight, more of a smackdown. Zach, who is over 6 feet tall, plays Vincent. He gutpunches Aaron (playing Sam), who is just barely taller than me, and thin as a rail with habitual dorky loafers and dress shirt. The physical contrast is stunning, and emphasizes the rather bleak outlook Sam has on life, which makes the ensuing hopeful duet even sadder. I was trying to think about other things--right.
Dan and I screeched off in a smoking blaze to dinner after rehearsal, and made it back before he had to be at work. I parked his car, biked back, and gave him his keys, and went home without thinking about it, just in time for mama to leave. Checking the email, I saw Roger's question whether I was bringing anyone to sing Sunday, so I called Bryan. His parents will be in town, so he can't come, but what struck me was that he asked expectantly whether I'd be over tonight. I hadn't thought about it, but sometimes when I don't think about it I end up there. It was fuzzy to realize that they assume I'll come if I don't have to be somewhere. Maybe I will go.