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Happy teacher

Seven of my private voice students were on stage at the Muny this week.

I’m one proud teacher.

I caught six of them after the second performance of The Little Mermaid.

That’s two waves, two guppies, a Flounder, and 1/4 of an octopus.  Not a bad catch . . . at the Muny.

A day in the life

Friday, June 2.

A day in the life.  Three different hats, each of them delightful and satisfying.

Morning.  Final audition day at Webster University.  Meet and greet ten students who wish admission to the Department of Music’s various majors. Hear auditions, and meet with various faculty.

Afternoon.  At home for 3.5 hours of voice lessons, and some real success in making modifications in tonal quality and breath management.  I love teaching voice, and am delighted for the six new private-studio students who started lessons recently.

Evening.  At New Line Theatre.  Opening night of The Sweet Smell of Success.  Black clothing but warm hearts as I lead the ensemble in this witty, wicked show.

Musico-schizo day

I have had a musico-schizo day, at least in my own estimation.

Morning = coachings of legit and Broadway rep with freshmen music theater majors.

Late morning = work one more time on a cabaret act with an MT senior.

Early afternoon = work Christmas music with a high school student.

Mid-afternoon = play pop, jazz, and Broadway music for three cabaret performances featuring senior MT students.

My senior student Jordan, along with Christina and Becca, at today's cabaret performance.

My senior student Jordan, along with Christina and Becca, at today’s cabaret performance.

Late afternoon = sing at The Church of Saint Michael and Saint George in  a service full of silence, incense, reflection, plainsong Propers, and a Palestrina four-part mass setting, the latter two items in Latin.

Now = pizza for dinner, followed by a couple of Clementines.  And now to put up the Christmas tree whilst listening to Bryn Terfel’s Christmas album, the orchestra conducted by my old friend Tecwyn Evans.

All Hallows Eve

All Saints.

‘Tis Wednesday, the Eve of the Feast of All Saints.

I, as usual, do not understand the allure of celebrating Halloween to college students and those of an older age.  So I go through the day in a curmudgeonly mode, teach my lessons and classes, stay quiet, and come home to dark house that is staying dark, even at 7.30 p.m.  Thus it has ever been with me, and ever will be.


How can Mitt Romney sleep at night?  This man who is so caring and proper and, according to his bio, Christian and compassionate, lies and distorts and says whatever is necessary for him to make it to the presidency.  The hypocrisy just boggles my mind.

And why hasn’t President Obama pointed out to one and all that no matter the President says he will do, he still has to get approval, at least for funds, through a tortured and tormented Congress.  One man cannot save all of this.  But a group can, and should.  I fear, though, for this country in our self-serving special-interest culture.



So, I keep my head down.  And in the midst of that, and of my recent illnesses, I’ve been experiencing some of the best teaching opportunities . . . and successes . . . of my career.  Today’s lessons were all super-successful, as was one on Sunday.


I printed and pasted yesterday the last of my travel blog entries from London into the travel journal I kept.  I also have pasted a few postcards.  One of these days, in my dotage, I expect that I will enjoy the reminiscences — if, that is, I can still read my rather quick-pen writing.


Speaking of beautiful writing, Letitia Baldridge died this week.  We have lost a lovely and luminous lady.