Wednesday, June 30, 2010


Update...(sorry I suck at blogging)

I have arrived in Novafeltria and all is well. Rome was great. I got to spend some leisurely time seeing what I wanted to see again since I've basically seen all the big stuff already. It was nice just to spend some time in the city.
Traviata is going really well. I swear it's an insta-opera...just add water. We open July 9. But it's going really well. One of the Violettas arrived late (and she's 20, singing her first Italian role!) and is still trying to get off book but the other one is fantastic (as is the 20 yr old, just young). One of the Alfredos was injured and hasn't been able to have any stage time etc. Needless to say, they are both singing now and are supposed to be doing full runs Saturday...and haven't ever done all the show. Grand adventures!
We took an adventure to Pisa on Sunday with Edgidio (a friend who used to teach Italian for LML). Needless to say, he got lost multiple times and what should have been a 5-6 hour drive became a 12 hour drive! Insane. But Pisa is cool and I can now say I've seen it. Otherwise, there's nothing too exciting. Novafeltria is just as fantastic as always. One of our favorite restaurants has closed but as usual, it's like coming home.
I hope all is fantastic at home! And...I miss my puppy...!!!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

It's about this point every year in all the preparations for leaving for Italy that I throw my hands up and say "just get me on the damn plane and across the ocean...I'm ready to be done and there!". I love going, I love Italy, but heavens it can be obnoxious trying to leave the country for a month.

That's all. Ciao...

Friday, June 4, 2010


So I discovered a new song. I am playing a recital for a student at Westminster in a little over a week. She found a song from a musical called Next to Normal. The song is called Everything Else and I really think the lyrics are brilliant. Maybe it's due to my life at the moment but, it's really great. So here you go...

Mozart was crazy.
Flat fucking crazy.
Bad shit, I hear.

But his music's not crazy,
It's balanced, it's nimble,
It's crystalline clear.

There's harmony, logic,
You listen to these.
You don't hear his doubts,
Or his debts or disease.

You scan through the score,
And put fingers on keys,
And you play.
And everything else goes away.
Everything else goes away.

And you play 'til it's perfect,
You play 'til you ache,
You play 'til the strings or your fingernails break.

So you'll rock that recital,
And get into Yale.
So you won't feel so sick,
And you won't look so pale.

'Cause you've got your full ride,
And you're early admit.
So you're done with this school,
And with all of this shit.

And you graduate early,
You're gone as of May,
And there's nothing your paranoid parents can say.

And you know that it's just a sonata away,
And you play,
And you play.
And everything else goes away,
Everything else goes away.
Everything else goes away.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

There are some days when I almost start to believe that I should give up the music business and sit at a desk all day in front of a computer...or answer phones...or work at William Sonoma for heavens sake...I would make more money, never have to worry about paying bills on time, and save much more money than I am. I never actually believe it and I'm pretty sure it won't ever happen. But it's awfully tempting sometimes...