Nothing on earth is so well suited to make the sad merry, the merry sad, to give courage to the despairing, to make the proud humble, to lessen envy and hate, as music.
I’m nearing the end of another rugged week, with nary a night at home and with early calls at the office most days.
We’ve had a voice faculty candidate on campus this week; today and tomorrow are new-student audition days.
Misha’s grandfather died this week.
I completed chart for GMC on Wednesday night. The June concert will include three charts that I will have arranged for the chorus. I’m glad to be engaging in this kind of creativity again.
Webster is filled with life and growth in my little corner of campus. All sort of positive change is under way. I even met with the President yesterday to think through some ideas.
Tonight is opening night of Beehive at the Rep. This 60’s musical should be a fun one, and I’m looking forward to seeing opening night.
My back-yard peonies are popping up. And I slept with the windows open last night. Spring is near.