Today is a very special day. No, I’m not referring to Alban Berg’s 127th (if I did the math right) birthday, nor the fact that in 1633 Galileo was being tried for his scientific theories, nor the interesting bit of trivia regarding St. Valentine’s beheading in 278 (poor guy! He died before his own name-day!!). No, there is something that makes today even more special. You may be wondering what could possibly be more important than a composer’s birthday or the deaths of 2 historical figures. Well, I’ll tell you the answer: a Soprano’s birthday. Of course, she’s not a known Soprano. Yet. But she will be. Just you wait. So celebrate with me, and someday when she’s rich and famous maybe she’ll throw us a party just because. 😉
Sometimes it just seems a bit too much. Then I have to echo the words to Leonard Bernstein’s song, “I hate music.”
I hate music, but I like to sing
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaa!
But that’s not music! Not what I call MUSIC, no sir!
Music is a lot of men with a lot of tails making lots of noise like a lot of
Music is a lot of folks in a big dark hall where they really don’t want to be
at all with a lot of chairs and a lot of heirs and a lot of furs and diamonds!
Music is silly
I hate music…but I like to sing
And then I hear a wonderful song or symphony or concerto, and the love all comes back to me and I remember: I really do love music after all. But that would still be a fun song to sing. Just for shock value, you know?
You and I used to be friends. Maybe not besties, but we were always friendly toward each other. But you used to be kind enough to load when I asked you for a song. Now you are unresponsive. What happened to our friendship? Perhaps you are mad at me because I miss Lala? I would declare war on you if there was anywhere else I could go for music, but honestly, Pandora just doesn’t cut it. So please, dear Grooveshark, be my friend again?
In heartfelt sincerity,
You know, it really is quite remarkable how sleep (or the lack thereof) can affect one. What is even more remarkable is that whereas young children beg to be allowed to stay up late, college students beg to be allowed to go to bed early. Well, I am pleased to be able to tell you that I accomplished said feat. Last night I went to bed at 9:30. It was beautiful. No longer does the overwhelming fatigue plague my steps. Not to say that I’m not still tired, it’s just a more “gentle” tired, if there is such a thing.
I started a new tatting project!! Actually, I started it last week…but I was hoping to have more done on it before telling you all about it. But I am a procrastinator. And school and opera have eaten my life. I haven’t done much on it yet, but it’s at least started. All that to say, I’m tatting the edging to a handkerchief. It’s ordinary white, but white is classy,and I think it might end up coming out well. I’m excited to see how this project comes along. But I must admit on the front end that I’m kind of scared about the time commitment that may be involved. I’ve only done small projects before and this will test my skills and love of tatting.