high on a hill was a lonely goatherd, lay odl lay odl lay hee hoo
I had a day long allergy attack yesterday, which turned into a migraine as we went out to dinner. We (Muzzer, and the women from the choir she belongs to, and a few daughters and daughters-in-law of said people) ate at the Pit for Pasta (is that the name? my mind is all foggy), which is this new restaurant downtown that opened up not long ago. My headache worsened there - it was so amazingly loud. At first my table was seated under this cuttout window thing looking directly into the kitchen, which was deafening and we couldn’t hear anyone speak, so we moved to a different table, which was quieter, but as the night progressed, more people arrived and then some live music started. And it didn’t help that the food (which was damn yummy) took just about forever to arrive, I was about to pass out I was getting so hungry.
And our waitress was very funfun. In fact, she reminded me of Mandy Kane, for some completely peculiar reason.
The Sound of Music was just amazing. It was opening night and the vibe I was getting from the group I was with was so exhilarating.
My favourite actress was the woman that played Mother Abbess. At first glance, she looks far too young for the role, but when she sings - sweet Davey! That woman can belt it out like Mother Superior. At the end of Climb Every Mountain, the speakers began to go all weird she achieved such a high and powerful note. I literally got shivers listening to her. Leaned over to the Muzzer and complained about sopranos, and she agreed, though she is a soprano, so she shouldn’t be talking. At least she isn’t an alto.
Maria was young and extremely bubbly. She was a bit apprehensive at the beginning of the show, holding back her voice, but as time progressed her confidence grew and she just owned her role.
Georg needs to pluck his Squirrels. Seriously. But other than that he was perfect in his own right, though not as sexy as movie-Georg. Far from it, in fact.
Oh, the children! The children were godly and oh so adorable. Especially Friedrich (or is it Kurt? I always get them mixed up) when he attempted reaching that extremely high note in So Long, Farewell. His voice just broke but the adorableness factor out ruled it. As was the same with Gretl, who messed up on some of her lines, and missed a few of her queues.
And then nuns made me all giddy and happy. I don’t know why, but I adore choirs that harmonize in a different language (probably because I can’t understand their Jesus worshipping poo), it just makes me all swoony. Especially, monk choirs. So the added nun songs were defiantly appreciated (from me at least).
And Sister Berthe was brilliant! So much like Sister Berthe in the movie. I wanted to hug her.
It is inconceivable(!) just how much I know the Sound of Music, I could tell when the lines were changed, and even when the singers didn’t sing a certain note or sang it with a different gist. I’ve really watched the movie far too many times in my short life, must move on to other musicals.
I had to poke the Muzzer to make her stop singing, repeatedly. And I really, really had to contain myself from singing as well, though I joined in a bit during Edelweiss, when prompted.
Some of the kinks still have to be worked out, of course, but what’s expected of opening night? The microphones were the worst part, sometimes as characters came on stage their microphones weren’t turned up high enough, so you’d miss a couple lines until they were. Or the microphones were too high, and you could hear them breathing as they were snogging, or the rustle of fabric as they hugged and such. And then there was this random snort in the middle of the play, over the speakers, which was odd.
We sat in the balcony, almost near the top, not the greatest of seats, but we could see everything without having to move our heads, like I had to do when we sat up in the front to see Chicago. It was a bit frightening getting to our seats, though, because the slant of the balcony is greatly alarming. I was teetering in my four inch heels, praying to Davey I didn’t go flying down and fall off the balcony. You know, walking wasn’t that bad, but it was the fact that the people in front of you were walking so slow, that you were almost on top of them, and had to slam on the breaks as to not fall into them, which was difficult.
Jan tells me that we should learn to play the Sound of Music next. I agree whole-heartedly. It's nice when your piano teacher likes the same music as you.
In conclusion: Kaitlin, get better so that you may see this play. I shall pray to Davey for you. Oh yes, and don’t usher in the balcony!
My kimono is defiantly one of my favourite things. It took me three days to sew (with the Muzzer’s help of course, as this was my first clothing sewing project, ever. I haven’t even ever hemmed a pair of pants before. I must say I’m talented), most of which was spent working on my damn obi, which we made like a corset, with separate pieces to tie together like a obi, but not really, if you get my gist. Probably not.
Here, a picture so that you may see what I’m talking about - sort of.
Lookie! We made real kimono sleeves, without a pattern to boot. Proud.
And a side view (not really a side view, more of a hip view) because I’m vain.
And the purse we made with leftover fabric. Davey, was sewing the handles on a bitch - I let the Muzzer do that. We almost broke Felicia, my poor poor darling sewing machine.
The view from my seat. It was scary standing up. I’m not one to be afraid of heights, but the slant was fucking frightening.
And our waitress was very funfun. In fact, she reminded me of Mandy Kane, for some completely peculiar reason.
The Sound of Music was just amazing. It was opening night and the vibe I was getting from the group I was with was so exhilarating.
My favourite actress was the woman that played Mother Abbess. At first glance, she looks far too young for the role, but when she sings - sweet Davey! That woman can belt it out like Mother Superior. At the end of Climb Every Mountain, the speakers began to go all weird she achieved such a high and powerful note. I literally got shivers listening to her. Leaned over to the Muzzer and complained about sopranos, and she agreed, though she is a soprano, so she shouldn’t be talking. At least she isn’t an alto.
Maria was young and extremely bubbly. She was a bit apprehensive at the beginning of the show, holding back her voice, but as time progressed her confidence grew and she just owned her role.
Georg needs to pluck his Squirrels. Seriously. But other than that he was perfect in his own right, though not as sexy as movie-Georg. Far from it, in fact.
Oh, the children! The children were godly and oh so adorable. Especially Friedrich (or is it Kurt? I always get them mixed up) when he attempted reaching that extremely high note in So Long, Farewell. His voice just broke but the adorableness factor out ruled it. As was the same with Gretl, who messed up on some of her lines, and missed a few of her queues.
And then nuns made me all giddy and happy. I don’t know why, but I adore choirs that harmonize in a different language (probably because I can’t understand their Jesus worshipping poo), it just makes me all swoony. Especially, monk choirs. So the added nun songs were defiantly appreciated (from me at least).
And Sister Berthe was brilliant! So much like Sister Berthe in the movie. I wanted to hug her.
It is inconceivable(!) just how much I know the Sound of Music, I could tell when the lines were changed, and even when the singers didn’t sing a certain note or sang it with a different gist. I’ve really watched the movie far too many times in my short life, must move on to other musicals.
I had to poke the Muzzer to make her stop singing, repeatedly. And I really, really had to contain myself from singing as well, though I joined in a bit during Edelweiss, when prompted.
Some of the kinks still have to be worked out, of course, but what’s expected of opening night? The microphones were the worst part, sometimes as characters came on stage their microphones weren’t turned up high enough, so you’d miss a couple lines until they were. Or the microphones were too high, and you could hear them breathing as they were snogging, or the rustle of fabric as they hugged and such. And then there was this random snort in the middle of the play, over the speakers, which was odd.
We sat in the balcony, almost near the top, not the greatest of seats, but we could see everything without having to move our heads, like I had to do when we sat up in the front to see Chicago. It was a bit frightening getting to our seats, though, because the slant of the balcony is greatly alarming. I was teetering in my four inch heels, praying to Davey I didn’t go flying down and fall off the balcony. You know, walking wasn’t that bad, but it was the fact that the people in front of you were walking so slow, that you were almost on top of them, and had to slam on the breaks as to not fall into them, which was difficult.
Jan tells me that we should learn to play the Sound of Music next. I agree whole-heartedly. It's nice when your piano teacher likes the same music as you.
In conclusion: Kaitlin, get better so that you may see this play. I shall pray to Davey for you. Oh yes, and don’t usher in the balcony!
My kimono is defiantly one of my favourite things. It took me three days to sew (with the Muzzer’s help of course, as this was my first clothing sewing project, ever. I haven’t even ever hemmed a pair of pants before. I must say I’m talented), most of which was spent working on my damn obi, which we made like a corset, with separate pieces to tie together like a obi, but not really, if you get my gist. Probably not.
Here, a picture so that you may see what I’m talking about - sort of.
Lookie! We made real kimono sleeves, without a pattern to boot. Proud.
And a side view (not really a side view, more of a hip view) because I’m vain.
And the purse we made with leftover fabric. Davey, was sewing the handles on a bitch - I let the Muzzer do that. We almost broke Felicia, my poor poor darling sewing machine.
The view from my seat. It was scary standing up. I’m not one to be afraid of heights, but the slant was fucking frightening.