After rehearsal

Really struggled through the 4th chair exercise, plus we were outside and it was chilly, the sun came out after our time was up.  Fourth partner has a fascinating face, very changeable. True for one last night as well, if they turned in the slightest way, almost seemed like a different person.  People are interesting, I have permission to really see that, which is cool.  Again, it's kinda' not a socially acceptable thing to do usually, so a privilege to be able to do it, to really observe someone.  Sat around reading more of the Bruce Lee book while waiting to go to choir rehearsal. Was reading self-defense advice. Later, at choir, director mentioned that his daughter, whom I know from a theatre class, got mugged as she got off of a bus last night. I should probably find a self-defense class. I've taken one in the past, but maybe time for a refresher. Not saying she should have fought back, she didn't end up getting hurt, but her bag and phone were stolen. Luckily, the next bus driver believed her and let her on without making her have to pay.  It's scary though. Ever so grateful that one of my classmates has offered to drive me home on a regular basis. Very grateful.

And another thing, I know I have needy tendencies, and I'm working on figuring out what that's all about, but being around people who run hot/cold (they give, then take it away, repeatedly) isn't really the best decision for me, it just aggravates the behavior. I'm mostly okay if I feel the ground I'm standing on is solid, that currents run kinda' steady, even if the hold/cold seems more exciting. It takes too much of an emotional toll on me. I'm gravitating more to the even keeled people. And that makes me happy, makes me feel like there's hope that I'm not always gonna be an emotional wreck.

Singing seems to be going better. The music is really high, and sometimes it's hard to sustain without a coughing fit, and I get a little scratchy, but certainly doesn't hurt, so keeping my fingers crossed that throat is better for the most part. I drank a lot of tea earlier in the evening, hope it doesn't keep me awake. I have to get up early and cook something for a potluck, since I don't feel like doing it now. Cheers.

Sing

I seem to have misplaced the monologue book. I can come up with one out of the actual play, but I need to return the book, it's not mine. We (choir) will hopefully be rehearsing with the accompanist from the Finland tour for the fall. Speaking of things that make me swoon, I sometimes listen to the recording from the tour just to hear the piano and accordion parts; I don't think the accordion player will be around much this fall, she's busy. I'm hitting up to an F now, but feel like my voice is around the sound, and not through the note, if that makes any sense...it doesn't feel "solid."  It feel like it's hollow. Something to work on. I don't know if I can make many rehearsals because they are on Mondays, but maybe I can do the Meisner stuff close to work and still make some rehearsals. He totally elevates the music when he plays. Feel really lucky to be able to work with him.

No more listing for the moment. I was getting a little bizarre in what I was telling you about myself. I do appreciate that anyone actually reads this.

One down, one to go

I can hear tires on wet pavement, though I haven't bothered to look. Have to leave for rehearsal shortly. Have the massive Scandinavian choral concert at 3 pm, but our call is 1:30 pm. After today, one more rehearsal and one more concert next weekend and that commitment is done until late summer. I love going. I love being part of it, but I need a break, I've taken on too much lately.

Later. Concert was fun. We sat on the side facing the giant windows. I watched the weather change, sunbreaks to dark ominous clouds crossing the hill. The wind blew thru the newly leafed big-leaf maple tree. The branches contracted and constricted together like a lung, like breath. The Norwegian women's choral music had a mysterious quality, it reminded me of old film scores, like old Disney or the Wizard of Oz. In the mass choir's last song (we sang four songs together, then individual choirs, then three more songs together) we got lost at the beginning, eventually recovered, but it didn't quite go like it was rehearsed.  Later, at the bar, someone told the bartender that I was someone they could learn to like. This was based on my choice of beer. If only life were that simple.  Gonna try to make a dinner party now.

Peace

Maybe it really is that simple.

Life is change

Just found out last night that this is the last month with our choir director. She's moving. Sad, but I feel blessed to have been able to have sung with her these past few years. It made me a better singer. It made the choir better, the recordings that were done in Finland on the camera were excellent.  And she challenged us with more interesting music and to get out of the box of what the choir would normally sing.

There are signs now near the cherry trees asking people not to climb them, but the writing is small, and people aren't reading them, so are still climbing the trees.