: Oh.
Shylo's illness relapsed to the point where she's required hospitalisation.
1. Ooh, nasty, and best wishes for her.
2. The agency I booked her through are offering me a 50% discount on the first lesson as compensation for its belatedness.
3. Part of me is wishing I'd gone with someone else but there really is no planning for this.
4. Someone else is advertising her services, but she's a straight classical singer as far as I can tell, Chris does that better (and, in fact, is probably her teacher, for she is a first-year music student and Chris is teaching some of these), so I'm not even going to go there.
VR was fabulous at the lunchtime concert, and sufficiently taken was I by her that I have every intention of writing a piece for her now. Her final piece, dipping most unusually low for a soprano before rapidly soaring what must have been close to two octaves in as many bars, proved her versatility and technical ability, and I was long since taken by the actual sound.
Preceding her were a most agreeable flautist and a pianist playing virtuosic modern repertoire that left me unexpectedly cold. Though there was one fabulous trick he pulled; one piece he was playing was entitled Not A Cardboard Box, and for that piece he actually placed a slim cardboard box on the stand where the music would normally go. (It was the only one of his three pieces he played from memory - the only piece of the day performed from memory, in fact.)
Frantically exciting week ahead; Absent Friends starts its three-night run on Thursday, equipment is being put into the theatre tomorrow morning, after which I'll programme the lighting desk with the appropriate cues, probably with a little help to get me started. Once I'm into it, it'll be fine, and actually operating the desk on show night is almost as simple as understanding that -8 < -6.
Shylo's illness relapsed to the point where she's required hospitalisation.
1. Ooh, nasty, and best wishes for her.
2. The agency I booked her through are offering me a 50% discount on the first lesson as compensation for its belatedness.
3. Part of me is wishing I'd gone with someone else but there really is no planning for this.
4. Someone else is advertising her services, but she's a straight classical singer as far as I can tell, Chris does that better (and, in fact, is probably her teacher, for she is a first-year music student and Chris is teaching some of these), so I'm not even going to go there.
VR was fabulous at the lunchtime concert, and sufficiently taken was I by her that I have every intention of writing a piece for her now. Her final piece, dipping most unusually low for a soprano before rapidly soaring what must have been close to two octaves in as many bars, proved her versatility and technical ability, and I was long since taken by the actual sound.
Preceding her were a most agreeable flautist and a pianist playing virtuosic modern repertoire that left me unexpectedly cold. Though there was one fabulous trick he pulled; one piece he was playing was entitled Not A Cardboard Box, and for that piece he actually placed a slim cardboard box on the stand where the music would normally go. (It was the only one of his three pieces he played from memory - the only piece of the day performed from memory, in fact.)
Frantically exciting week ahead; Absent Friends starts its three-night run on Thursday, equipment is being put into the theatre tomorrow morning, after which I'll programme the lighting desk with the appropriate cues, probably with a little help to get me started. Once I'm into it, it'll be fine, and actually operating the desk on show night is almost as simple as understanding that -8 < -6.