I promised myself I would try to put some meaning and description to the part of my life that has been "on stage". As a church organist, I know that people feel that the religious realm plays an important part of performance, however, I don't think so. If your body and mind are not prepared for making sounds that people won't mind listening to, no higher order is going to bail you out.
Here's a story from my past: About 20 years ago, I was an accompanist for the church choir in the church where I grew up. Going back home as a "musician" isn't always easy. Everyone saw you as a child, and all those cute little hiccups that happen during church can be overlooked because "she's so cute, only 5 years old..." Now you have to be cool and proficient. The unthinkable happened: A veteran choir member died, a popular school administrator/teacher, someone who crossed into numerous areas of cultures and someone who had touched thousands of lives. The memorial service was a joyful one, attendance was double the firecode for the building, and there was more emotion than I was prepared for. We, in the chancel, were weeping and hardly able to breathe listening to people tell stories of his life and (BAM) the choir stood up, I sat at the piano, and we performed. I had no idea of the focus that is involved in performance and the focus I was capable of until that evening. No tears, no emotion, just music and focus. Some may say "hard-hearted", but you can't make yourself understood if you are in an emotional state, and somehow I was able to transport myself to the place where music happens. Now I do it all the time.
Every Sunday I show up at 8 AM and if I've done my work in the week before, I'll be all smiles at noon. The choir will file out and cheerfully greet me with a nod or kind word and all is right in the world. (I'll be hammering away at some cute little Bach piece...Eiyyy! Here comes the pedal melody! Don't take your eyes off the music now... Sorry, folks, I can't reply to that last remark: "How did we sound this morning?") It takes preparation: I have to be familiar with the order of the program,(You've got to be kidding! The prayer is ALWAYS followed by the offertory!) and I have to have particularly funny passages under my fingertips; in some cases I've memorized certain chords or passages so I don't rely on the printed page. (Ab minor! Is this a joke?) I have to know where my printed pages are, too! They don't automatically show up on the piano or organ desk...(How embarrassing is that? I KNOW I put my music on the piano just 20 minutes ago, yet...Nevermind, I'll grab someone's music and "they" can share. Awk! They have some stupid "choral edition" without my part in it. Doomed: "You, entire church congregation of 150 people plus 30 choir members, and 1/2 dozen clergy, TALK amongst yourselves while I tiptoe out and race down the hallway, up the stairs and back again so we can continue." I'll never know what they "talked about", will I?) Sometimes I think it should appear! That will be the ultimate tech world where I sit down, push a button or two, and my music appears... I'm not a fan of the tech world; so far, too many disappointments with glitches which can REALLY be stressful. (How many times has the screen gone blank of words, or an electronic squawk has sent people clapping their hands over their ears, dropping all else?) And finally, I have to be ready for anything! (And how close have I come to touching those keys that will make everyone stand up only to hear: "At this time we ask Jim and Donna to come forward with baby Tara for baptism.") There are many people involved in the service, and I believe it's my job to make everyone look good, and make a pleasant experience, if not an inspiration.
My husband is a great trumpet player, performer, musician and teacher. He's amazing! And he knows what he has to do to make it happen. Often he excuses himself for weeks before a known "triple-tongue" measure is going to occur, and I know exactly what to do. Give him space to do his thing. Even though people say he has a big ego, and he knows he's good, they don't know the preparation, the lead-up, the stress and pressure of that moment, and the need to hear the remarks afterwards. The biggest and most meaningful comments come from fellow musicians. We both take pride in it, and enjoy it.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Lucky me!
Really, not meant with sarcasm, I'm so lucky to be leaving tomorrow morning for Miami and points south (South America, Central America, a few Caribbean islands...). What more could I ask for?
Did you see the -13ºC/8ºF on my weather girl?
Did you see the -13ºC/8ºF on my weather girl?
Not much, since tomorrow marks our 39th wedding anniversary! And it's a Saturday, so the days are even lined up! I keep thinking my math is off, but it's been quite a crazy 39 years. I don't ever remember being bored. When Mick isn't off doing something crazy, he's always been supportive of me when I've had hair-brained ideas that didn't involve him. What a guy!
Some might say I wasn't so lucky yesterday when I had my hair colored and it turned out something other than I expected... It's probably going to fade before I get used to it in the mirror. I liken it to Nicole Walker Demera from my favorite soap. ("Nice hair," the other characters said.) My friends "say" they like it... but that's what friends are for!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
New Year
What's New? Of course, what would the new year be without starting at least 2 projects, and being indecisive about their worthiness? Since that is exactly what I've done today, I just have to warn you that more info is forthcoming, and I plan to publish facts that will attest to my "intrepid"-ness. But not now, it's late at night and the one thing I'm not so "intrepid" about is getting up early on a Sunday morning and placing myself at a loud instrument. For that, I discipline myself to make sure I get whatever rest I can scrape together so that I won't suck in public.
Happy New Year and to all a good night!
Happy New Year and to all a good night!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Silent Night
Quiet! Please....
No need to ask; my guests have departed leaving a vacuum of space and sound, and most of all, a time for knitting.
How little did I knit in the past month? Very little. I didn't finish the Advent Socks, but I created and finished a quickie "Little Miss Santa" in less than 24 hours. I'll try to be more prepared for Christmas Eve NEXT year... I'm not totally happy with my creation; I used stash yarn of 100% acrylic (thick: lovely; touch: horrible) with trim in off-white wool. The end result: Something that looked like it came out of a cedar chest from the '50's. It worked with the red tights and black shiny shoes. (Baby's first shoes!)
To accentuate the quiet, we have snow. Several inches in the past 24 hours: Wonderful crunchy snow. The only sound is movement on the snow, of the occasional car, and a few footprints. My own steps are shockingly loud as I move around the block with my dog. Tonight I awake to the glare of an almost full moon shining through the trees, making a beautiful scene.
No need to ask; my guests have departed leaving a vacuum of space and sound, and most of all, a time for knitting.
How little did I knit in the past month? Very little. I didn't finish the Advent Socks, but I created and finished a quickie "Little Miss Santa" in less than 24 hours. I'll try to be more prepared for Christmas Eve NEXT year... I'm not totally happy with my creation; I used stash yarn of 100% acrylic (thick: lovely; touch: horrible) with trim in off-white wool. The end result: Something that looked like it came out of a cedar chest from the '50's. It worked with the red tights and black shiny shoes. (Baby's first shoes!)
To accentuate the quiet, we have snow. Several inches in the past 24 hours: Wonderful crunchy snow. The only sound is movement on the snow, of the occasional car, and a few footprints. My own steps are shockingly loud as I move around the block with my dog. Tonight I awake to the glare of an almost full moon shining through the trees, making a beautiful scene.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Little Christmas Eve
The plans have been made and there's no looking back! Christmas and the holidays are here! In Norway we say today is "Lille Jul Aften" or Little Christmas Eve. That should be fair warning that things that aren't done, won't get done, and we'll be fine!Knitting has taken a serious backseat to sight seeing and eating. Even the Ivories haven't been tickled a whole lot. Remembering that I will be playing at least 11 familiar Christmas tunes on Christmas Eve tomorrow night spurred me to task by practicing yesterday and getting my ducks in a row this morning. (Getting ducks in a row is the technical term for putting my music in order so I can flip through a notebook instead of rearranging and looking for the next piece. Very helpful when there are more than 4 or 5 pieces.) So that's my secret: I feel organized!
Two days ago I made a trip to Bluff, Utah, to show the Norwegians the beautiful monuments of the area. They were very impressed first with the long roads that disappeared into the distance. We turned north then southwest and then west and at every turn they remarked how far and straight the roads are. They've seen such highways in films but were amazed that they really exist.
When we got home that evening, the rest of the gang were beside themselves trying not to spill the beans about a surprise for the next day, and by early the next morning, with a little nudging, I looked at the front page of the daily paper and there was our little 6 month old granddaughter! They had been to the library to see the sun come through a solstice window, and the cutest baby was there to play with the marking on the floor... That's how we celebrate 1/2 year birthdays!
The Advent Calendar of socks remains incomplete. The most I can hope for is 20 socks. What are the chances I'll have 24 when I put it away for the year? The answer: none.
What are the chances that I will have a red shift ready for baby in 24 hours? 80% chance, or higher if I end the blog here!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Ready or Not
For the past month, I've been planning the perfect Christmas, expecting guests from Norway any day now. Being semi-retired, and having so much time on my hands, I guess the dreaming got out of hand--reality is hitting hard. I'm hoping to accomplish at least one project: 24 knitted socks for Advent. See? I haven't even gotten anything up on the wall, and it's already Day 9! I'm a slacker... but I have a little person to smile at every day, and people visiting, and places to go, and music to practice and organize.
Here's what my Christmas socks look like this morning... grrr. Something is going up today! I have numbers on 1-7 and 3 without numbers. That puts me even with tomorrow. Needless to say, there have been no Advent surprises yet. I'm just lucky that a 5 month old makes her own surprises every day.
"Even though I'm gritting my teeth so hard that you could crack diamonds between them...I like knitting, I think it's fun, and I really am relaxing." Stephanie Pearl-McFee
Friday, December 4, 2009
Baby needs....
Baby needs a new... bonnet! Baby, it's COLD outside. With our evenings turning to the teens, my knitting is put to the test: My third baby bonnet is complete. Tonight my granddaughter, unwillingly went out after dark. She's here from Norway, 5 months old, and resisting the adjustment to our time zone. Tonight we tried to push a few more hours towards MST, but the cold snap has us wondering why we have to roam around at the river's edge, following a trail of paper bags glowing with candles. One reason is to hear the carols and the Trumpet Geezers; another is to visit with friends; hot chocolate isn't bad either, in fact that's a necessity! It really is beautiful: the city has bonfires for warmth, but babies adjusting to time zones don't care about those things.
Three days ago I went to Ravelry and looked up the yarn, needles and number of stitches cast on so I could recreate the Lilac Bonnet I made for my granddaughter when she was 2 months old. Now at 5 months, I bound off a little earlier than I anticipated to make tonight's deadline. She wore it proudly, with warm head and ears, carried up and down the river's edge, trying to sleep. We met several people who know her mother, so we were stopped and she looked out from the warmth of her mama's chest wondering about the craziness, and probably enjoying the exclamations of the adults at her perfect-ness.
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