Today: A Midsummer Night's Dream read-through. It was excellent. Performances were funny, fun and intelligent, I had a great time and I think the performers were enjoying themselves too. (I don't like to take major roles in these things. The fun is in watching other people do the show. As I have said quite a lot since I thought of the idea, I'm the Nick Fury of these little affairs. I just assemble brilliant people and let them do their stuff.) Also, I cooked at everybody and afterwards there was intense conversation on the porch involving a high concentration of Classicists and a round of if-I-were-an-editor.
arrogantemu and I had a late-night chat with the Hemulen, and I'm not sure how we got from talking about The Wizard of Oz to talking about host clubs and compensated dating, but I wound up reading "My life had stood a loaded gun" aloud from a smartphone. Currently
arrogantemu is occupying the guest room and I'm tuckered out, about to fall asleep. We have to be up at stupid o'clock tomorrow for my work and her train. It was a very good day and night. Note to self: do more of this sort of thing.
Burning question of the week: can anyone recommend me a guitar teacher in Cambridge or Boston?
I have
negothick's guitar on long-term loan and I usually ask her to give me a lesson when we get together to sing, but I need to see a local teacher for short sessions regularly. I'm permanently stuck at the point where I know a few chords and can pick out simple tunes, but can't figure out how to make them into accompaniment. My goals are specific: to get competent at accompanying my own singing, and to play rhythm guitar for contra dances, pretty much in that order. I have the sinking feeling that I can't afford to take regular lessons, but what the hell--perhaps I'll find a teacher whom I can pay in fruit pies and loaves of artisan bread.