The students had their big concert last night at carnegie hall. Photography is strictly not allowed in the facility, and I’ll get an official photograph later which I’ll scan and add.
But meantime, here’s a photo I grabbed during soundcheck.
I brought my camera, but forgot the memory card. So we got this snapshot last night on gina’s camera.
Gina performs at piano teacher Donna Palmari’s recitals. There are 3 recitals per year, look for the Halloween, Christmas and graduation clues in each clip.
Saturday night we attended the sold out final performance of WPHS Night on Broadway. What a show! A cast of 200+, and the production was seamless. Lighting, costuming, sound, staging — it was hugely impressive for a high school concert. They even tackled Bob Fosse choreography (in somewhat sanitized Chicago numbers) and they totally pulled it off!!
Gina and her 60+ freshman women’s chorus were simply lovely, singing among other things, Cole Porters “In the Still of the Night”
Below, Grampa finds Gina’s cast picture posted in the lobby.
What is this thing? I was out on the lagoon today and came across this rusted structure, in about two feet of water. Its a good if not perfect circle, and about 10 yards across.
Here’s the same thing depicted in google’s satellite mapping. Unfortunately, it didn’t hold fish.
I digitized some old video this afternoon. Here’s a clip of Harold and me from about 2001 when we formed the RSO (a Rather Small Orchestra) for a church benefit, and performed Irving Berlin’s What’ll I Do.
If you like this, there’s another clip of Moon River here.
This is an old quote from back in 2000, part of an extended published rant:
but when kenny g decided that it was appropriate for him to defile the music of the man who is probably the greatest jazz musician that has ever lived by spewing his lame-ass, jive, pseudo bluesy, out-of-tune, noodling, wimped out, fucked up playing all over one of the great louis’s (Armstrong’s) tracks (even one of his lesser ones), he did something that i would not have imagined possible. he, in one move, through his unbelievably pretentious and calloused musical decision to embark on this most cynical of musical paths, shit all over the graves of all the musicians past and present who have risked their lives by going out there on the road for years and years – more –