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Apr. 24th, 2008 10:21 am

Rehearsals began in earnest last night. The last three Mondays we've just been going over the music, twice with Suzanne and once with the conductor. Those rehearsals have generally not been very long, about an hour tops, although when you only have 54 measures (I counted) of singing that hour seems quite long.

Lot's of blocking and staging last night and I have learned a few things. One, I overact, which is probably not a surprise to anybody who knows me. Two, for Opera, which as we know is "serious music" acting is secondary to the sound that one can put out. Three, everybody at the rehearsal overacts. Fourth, this is very different than musical theatre and I feel like a straddling two entirely, seriously entirely, different worlds. There is hardly anything that touches. Yeah, there's singing and acting and dancing but it's completely different. And odd. I'm not sure I like opera. It will bear further research.

Last thing I learned, if you're nice and easy to work with the director will give you more to do. Lucky me.

I feel like I haven't seen my boys in a week.

Current Mood: sadsad
Current Music: William Shatner - Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

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Apr. 16th, 2008 12:38 pm It is Done

Not the cold calling. I'm still trying to figure a way around that. The outstanding accounts. They were very nice but I'm going to treat myself to lunch at my favorite place, East Coast Subs. Best fake Philly sandwich and the best real onion rings ever.

I feel like I'm going to be sick.

Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished

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Apr. 16th, 2008 09:50 am I wonder how I'm going to do this

I really do. I wonder if I'm just a whiny wuss or some such. I spent years on Paxil and it's assorted cousins for a panic disorder. Bad problems with them but at the time I thought that it was certainly better than the alternative. 2 or 3 years ago I found that the alternative had to be better than being on the pills so I went off them. Cold turkey. Something I wouldn't wish on my casual enemies. Worst enemies maybe, but my casual ones I like too much. Everything went fine. I'm doing things now that I never thought I would; singing in a professional opera, making money playing the piano, things like that. I've got more friends then ever before and I'm happy.

So why can't I make phone calls? Just can't. As my friend Jason will attest, I don't (read can't) make phone calls. I hardly call my own family because it is so hard for me to pick up the damn phone.

I come back to work after my operation and boss lady says that she can keep up on the daily balancing (which she can't, she takes the money home with her and does the balancing at night) and so what if I take over the school accounts.

Now the school accounts. They're kind of a special deal. We split our profit margin with schools that order their music from us. If we get 50% from our publishers, the schools get a 25% discount on there music, publishers give us 30% and schools get 15%. It's wonderful right? Anyway that we can help get more music in schools.

So I make a database of all the schools in the state, and some of the surrounding ones, and I mail out letters and I take orders and then I learn, which I really should have guessed except that we have someone else who takes care of accounts, that I will have to call all the schools with delinquent accounts. Boing! Heart in my throat. Oh, and by the way, would you call all the schools that you sent letters to. Boing! Oh, and will you call the publishers and make the orders and take care of return authorizations (story about that which makes me want to choke) and all that jazz. Boing!

How do it do it? I've been dragging my feet on a couple of other projects just so I won't have to do this? I know the worst that will happen. The schools will say no, the publishers will laugh at me after they hang up the phone, and neither of those things will affect me. What's the worst that could happen if I don't do this is losing my job, but it is so hard to make phone calls.

Current Mood: nervousnervous

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Apr. 7th, 2008 11:28 am Don Giovanni and Pins and Needles that I am apparantly sitting on

Well, my lady at the Symphony Chorus needed to know by Friday. I hadn't heard back from everyone on Friday so I sent an email saying how grateful I was to be considered but since I hadn't heard back from everyone I would have to decline but should further opportunities present themselves I would be pleased for consideration, and so forth. I find my formal writing skills are sorely lacking, oh what is the word, ... formality.

We get home from Idaho yesterday and sitting in my email box is a letter from my last obligation paraphrased thusly, "That is so cool, let us know your schedule and we will work around it." So I quickly sent another email saying I could do it and I hope this isn't too late and please let me do it, I'll wash your car, I'll be your best friend, and so forth. I don't think I came across as whiny and needy.

So now I wait at work, wondering if I really want to do this, because I'm not operatically trained and I know a lot of musicians and some aren't very nice if they think your getting special treatment especially if they don't think that you know what you're doing, and I kind of hope that Susanne won't let me but at the same time really wanting to do it.

I feel odd.

Current Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
Current Music: Don Giovanni (thought I ought to listen to it at least once)

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Apr. 4th, 2008 10:48 am Don Giovanni

A few years back, pre-Puffbird in fact, I was a member of the Utah Symphony Chorus. We sang a lot of great stuff, Benjamin Britten's "War Requiem" is the one I still talk about, and I had a great time. While I was singing with them though was during my time on the Paxil. I met Puffbird and my coping skills changed focus.

I ended up dropping out of the Symphony Chorus and another choir that I was involved with at the time (which is really OK because the conductor was, perhaps he has changed, an unbelievably emotionally manipulative person and I'm better to be done with him) and not doing very much with music for a good while. I played the piano and taught the odd, and sometimes even, piano lesson, but I missed my time in the choir.

Flash forward to a couple years ago, Puff sends me an email saying the Utah Symphony Chorus has a new director, Susanne Sheston who is really good, and they were having auditions and that I should try out or penalties would ensue. I try out, I get in and I immediately flake out. It's not entirely my fault for there were a number of upheavals going on in our lives at the time. I thought that I had made very little impression on Susanne, and if i had it would have been a bad one.

So, yesterday I get an email from Susanne. There's been a last minute opening for the chorus of Don Giovanni with the Utah Symphony Opera and she wants me to do it. I am floored, due mainly to the fact the I previously stated: I didn't realize I had made any impression on her, least of all a good one.

The reason I'm not jumping at the chance to do this is now that I'm making a fair bit of money accompanying, I'm also spending a lot of time doing it. I have previously committed to being rehearsal pianist for "Sound of Music" with our local arts council and I have recitals at the end of April and beginning of May for the students I accompany, and two students that I work with at the Salt Lake School for the Performing Arts are going to the State Solo and Ensemble Competition. All of these are smack dab in the middle of Don Giovanni. Which bums me out. It would be a $400 dollar check and I'd be in a freakin' opera. A professional opera at that. It is so cool. Whether I like Mozart or not, it's a frakin professional opera production with a professional check.

My day will be spent planning the next month to the minute to see if I can do this.

Current Mood: determineddetermined

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Mar. 31st, 2008 04:04 pm In the name of all that is Holy

If this is true I will have to do some terrible things to somebody somewhere somehow.

Madonna wants to remake Casablanca

I know, I know. Happy thoughts. Happy place. Watch my DVD of the original when men were real men, women were real women, and small furry animals from the Andromeda Galaxy were real small furry animals from the Andromeda Galaxy.

(Weeping silently to myself in the corner)

Current Mood: depresseddepressed

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Feb. 27th, 2008 09:44 am First day back at work

I don't think I'll stay very long today. Already in more pain than I've been in for a week. I fear what has happened for the last week. They weren't sure I was coming back today but it was still 10 minutes after opening that anyone else arrived.

I think not fun work is a bad influence on me. I've been pretty happy. Now I'm grumped.


I need to figure this out.

Current Mood: annoyedannoyed

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Feb. 26th, 2008 04:16 pm Recovery

I've been home/in-laws for about a week now. I guess you count this as day 7 after surgery. I still can't sit up for very long which will make both work and fun work (which actually pays me a lot more than real work) quite difficult. Oh well, at least the wound isn't itching yet.

Oh crap.

Scratch scratch scratch.

Not that I'm really scratching of course, but oh how I wanna.

On a lighter note, taxes are done, check from Gypsy is in the mail, and I guess that I will finally see "The Sound of Music" all the way through for that is my next musical.

Hope everybody is well.

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Feb. 20th, 2008 06:31 pm Surgerized

I'm back from surgery. I may be dead but I think I'll get better soon.

All well wishes are now being accepted.

Current Mood: blahblah

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Feb. 9th, 2008 05:22 am Pigs

Sometimes I'm a pig. I'm not sure I should be allowed in civilized society.

I'll go hang out with the Grammy crowd where my petulant childish behavior should go unnoticed.

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