At the last I had found five slips of paper, had written the five lines, and arranged the five slips in order on the counter:In fresh news (such as I have got, Gentle Reader) the passages of the Gloria which we have rehearsed these past two weeks with Triad have proved very encouraging. I can say more than that: each week a different singer warmly praised the piece. When a piece is in rehearsal, of course it makes all the difference that the musicians believe in the score.
Out East where the first sun is settin
Lives a rare and athletic Tibetan
On her saffron ice-skates
She’s the Tibetan Mary Lou Retton.
Paradise Lost, it is not....
This week is the first that Thos Stumpf and I have seen one another, since I inundated his email inbox with the Clarinet Sonata, and when he has some capacity, read it we shall, meseems.
And last night, my doughty church choir revisited I Want Jesus to Walk With Me, with all its myriad, tricky read-me-or-be-shamed rests.