When I have busy-busy weeks like this, I wake up in a fog. It takes me a few moments to figure out what day it is. Alas, it's not Saturday. It's only Friday, and I must hurry out of bed to go to the accountant's office to sign my tax return on my way to the office. I placed a wager last year on my former house selling after I bought my little 1951 charmer. I lost the wager. The IRS won. Oh well, it's only money, right?
The concert last night was good. Not fabulous, but very good. What to me was the funniest part was the fact that the house was only about 2/3 full at the beginning, but after the intermission, the house was full. Do you think they read Cathy Burch's preview in the Star and decided to skip the first half? If so, they missed some lush bits of music. But they did seem to enjoy the Orff.
There were some fabulous instrumental performances in both halves of the program. The brass section blew their little hearts out and all deserved individual bows, but the level of applause didn't afford George that opportunity. Also the principal flute, who just yesterday won her position permanently, deserved a bow. And the percussion section — wow! I think percussionists must live for the rare opportunity to perform Carmina — such fun for them. And both pianists — an orchestral opportunity for a pianist to shine.
I love the moments when we're not singing, when I can just notice what the individual orchestra players are doing.
Oh, and the Tucson Boys Chorus. Wow. Not only are they darling in their long red robes, but they sing like angels.
I'll try to get through today without falling asleep. And we'll do it again tonight.
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