So I'm alive. Good thing. Last week I spent a grand total of 24+ hours in an opera pit. Starts to mess with you when you wear black every day and wake up every morning thinking "Cosa sento!!!" or "ai Bambini" or "Despina! Despina! Despina!" Seriously, I feel like a freak. I don't even know what that stuff means. The opera was Mozart's Cosi Fan Tutte, by the way. Don't even worry about it-- the opera was 3 HOURS LONG plus a 20 MINUTE INTERMISSION. AND we started 10 minutes late every. single. night. You better believe I had a problem with that. The great thing was that my conductor was incredible-- this guy conducts opera for a living-- he was amazing. I never felt like I was doing something wrong (which isn't because I'm perfect... okay, maybe) because he knew the vocal parts so well and made the vocalists stay IN TIME. It's an amazing thing when they do that. Srsly. And the conductor had incredible ties every night. I was almost excited to see his tie as I was to go home. I said almost. And the second flutist was the bomb. Love her. She matched my sound and pitch and followed me and oh wait, most of you readers probably don't care about all of this musical jargon. But we had a really great time and it was a great learning experience as always. I'm thankful to have my life back. Hooray for getting home at a decent hour and finally having time to catch up on 24 and catch up on my celebrity gossip... ha. uh jk.
Oh and by the way-- February, the most boring month of the year (actually March could still be a contender) is over after this week. THANK YOU. I'm ready for warmth. Kthanx.
2 comments:
If I ever have a blog, I hope people are as excited to read mine as I am to read yours.
srsly.
your previous blog was all about being able to talk to non-musicians. Then you throw all these foreign words in without parenthesized definitions. Could you please catch up on 24, some of us non-musicians (well, I'm going to just say amateur) would like to talk to you.
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