Florescent lights make Adrienne so sleepy (Live from the Writing Center, Reunion Tour).
Ugh, OK. I need a Plan of Action for this opera paper, bad. As it stands, due to my extreme sloth and stupidity and the rate at which theatre eats up my life, I have neglected to realize that in order to write this mammoth outline for the illustrious Reginald L. Sanders, I do need to actually have in my possesion a copy of the Peter Sellars "Figaro" DVD. Whoops. I guess my brain assumed that I could get it somewhere on Consort, but what kind of school library has a copy of a DVD in which a Da Ponte opera is set in a highrise office building (only the coolest thing ever) ahem.
So I need to get that. And then I need to convince Reginald to NOT fail me on his super anal kindergarten look over your shoulder outline due a month before the paper. Guh-riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite.
In case I hadn't mentioned it, which I don't think I did .... I got a job :) Berkshire Choral Festival Apprenticeship. 8 hrs. of singing a day, five days a week, $175 stipend, room and board. But it doesn't start til July 7th, and --
I came to the realization that many of my close friends from the 'field will be living outside of the 'field for the entire summer. This seems odd, because most of them have just plain moved out. I mean, I'll see Alison and Katherine all the time because they will be in Providence and Boston respectively. I know I can crash there, and of course I wish I had a house to live in in either of these municipalities, but the whole city thing will really cut down on the amount of impromptu pond swimming that occurs. Although I'm only home for basically a month a half, I can kind of see how that might feel like a while. I hope that lots of other people will be crashing in the 'field, though, at least for a time. In fact, let me know if you are.
However, I did get info from Berkshire Choral Festival the other day, and jesus, this program is intense. I have no idea how I got it. I guess most aspiring singers aren't itching to spend a summer in Western Mass., but hey, I'm weird. There are only five other apprentices, all of them male except one. We have to, like, organize ourselves and put on recitals constantly since two of them are accompaniment apprentices. We're all also entitled to one free lesson with each of the nine faculty members there. Yeesh. That's nine free lessons, and more with a particular one, if we want to pay. I assume they want operatic repertoire, but I don't even know. The letter was from the musical director of the festival, and he seems very human AND well organized, which is awesome.
So basically, I'm hoping it's worth the wait.
B2 is plodding along and trying not to implode. E-mail "reply-all" fights about dishes basically exploded this weekend. Somehow, we still managed to have an 80s 90s party and divise makeshift ways to keep the carpenter ants away until maitenance gets off the lazy asses. (Maple syrup bottles in the corner, anyone)? The party was pretty fun, but small. However, any excuse I get to sit on a couch and listen to "How's it Gonna Be?" by Third Eye Blind is OK with me. We then disrupted yet another Wellness Movie Night in a true imitation of the lads from Night at the Roxbury (bustin' in dancing, screaming, "Him? Me? Him? Me?") Good times.
In stark contrast to other weekends (not being facetious here), I drank troppo mucho on this particular weekend, and must be in a VAR on Tuesday. Whoops. ::Gulps water::
Anthony is back in the US of A and soon I will be seeing him, which fills my heart with utmost glee and joy. :)
I also punched David in the head this weekend and, for that, I would like to publicly apologize. ;)
So I need to get that. And then I need to convince Reginald to NOT fail me on his super anal kindergarten look over your shoulder outline due a month before the paper. Guh-riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite.
In case I hadn't mentioned it, which I don't think I did .... I got a job :) Berkshire Choral Festival Apprenticeship. 8 hrs. of singing a day, five days a week, $175 stipend, room and board. But it doesn't start til July 7th, and --
I came to the realization that many of my close friends from the 'field will be living outside of the 'field for the entire summer. This seems odd, because most of them have just plain moved out. I mean, I'll see Alison and Katherine all the time because they will be in Providence and Boston respectively. I know I can crash there, and of course I wish I had a house to live in in either of these municipalities, but the whole city thing will really cut down on the amount of impromptu pond swimming that occurs. Although I'm only home for basically a month a half, I can kind of see how that might feel like a while. I hope that lots of other people will be crashing in the 'field, though, at least for a time. In fact, let me know if you are.
However, I did get info from Berkshire Choral Festival the other day, and jesus, this program is intense. I have no idea how I got it. I guess most aspiring singers aren't itching to spend a summer in Western Mass., but hey, I'm weird. There are only five other apprentices, all of them male except one. We have to, like, organize ourselves and put on recitals constantly since two of them are accompaniment apprentices. We're all also entitled to one free lesson with each of the nine faculty members there. Yeesh. That's nine free lessons, and more with a particular one, if we want to pay. I assume they want operatic repertoire, but I don't even know. The letter was from the musical director of the festival, and he seems very human AND well organized, which is awesome.
So basically, I'm hoping it's worth the wait.
B2 is plodding along and trying not to implode. E-mail "reply-all" fights about dishes basically exploded this weekend. Somehow, we still managed to have an 80s 90s party and divise makeshift ways to keep the carpenter ants away until maitenance gets off the lazy asses. (Maple syrup bottles in the corner, anyone)? The party was pretty fun, but small. However, any excuse I get to sit on a couch and listen to "How's it Gonna Be?" by Third Eye Blind is OK with me. We then disrupted yet another Wellness Movie Night in a true imitation of the lads from Night at the Roxbury (bustin' in dancing, screaming, "Him? Me? Him? Me?") Good times.
In stark contrast to other weekends (not being facetious here), I drank troppo mucho on this particular weekend, and must be in a VAR on Tuesday. Whoops. ::Gulps water::
Anthony is back in the US of A and soon I will be seeing him, which fills my heart with utmost glee and joy. :)
I also punched David in the head this weekend and, for that, I would like to publicly apologize. ;)