I loved this story on NPR yesterday!
Little did I know back in 1989 that I was going to spend the rest of my career teaching about music.
And little did I know how happy and fulfilled this teaching career would make me.
And little did I know that teaching about music also included teaching about life and love and loss and a thousand other things as we help students become artists and adults.
My schedule this semester includes ten weekly voice lessons and a section of music theory for music theatre students.
Before the year is out, I hope to have gained promotion to Professor from my current rank as Associate Professor. I hope too to have completed several new musical compositions, to have five dozen entries on my voice-teaching blog, and to have completed a number of other tasks.
But this journey starts today, with new students and renewed energy and robust enthusiasm.
This weekend, in prep for the re-emergence of daily scholastic life, I finished the deep-cleaning laundry, made food for the week using the slow cooker, had the house deep-cleaned, washed the car, and went to bed early two nights in a row. And I finished my syllabi. And coached my MT students for their auditions today. And attended the new-student placement singing session. Whew.
All is ready. Let the year commence.
I ran into my friend and colleague Edward Coffield at Tower Grove Farmer’s Market on Saturday morning.
And $50+ dollars later, I returned home with Jonathan apples, freestone peaches from Calhoun County, a large and lovely bouquet of fresh flowers, a pound of organic grass-fed beef, six ears of corn, and some butter lettuce from the lovely Amish girl.
And a peach scone that I promptly ate for my second breakfast.
I went last evening, post a very full week of work at Webster University, to see the Rothko exhibition at the Saint Louis Art Museum. What wonders….!!
After spending time with Rothko, my next stop was more contemporary art, including the wonderful and complex piece tucked into the back corner of the new wing:
My friend and pastor, Fr. Mike Kinman, posted a most excellent essay this week listing ways we can pray with our feet (by which he means DO, rather than ponder) related to our current civil unrest in this Saint Louis area.
Our final New Line Theatre rehearsal this week was a table read, with full music score, by the entire company of Bonnie & Clyde.
Folks, we have a show. This cast delivered a humorous, touching, sonic-astound, nuanced first reading. They sang well. They got it…..
Here’s a shot from the rehearsal of four principals:
I was stuck at the piano most of rehearsal, but that was a happy place to be!