We always had crazy birthday cakes when I was growing up. My mother appears to have graduated to cupcakes. Here are the sleeping kid cupcakes she made for the kids for whom she's babysitting tonight. Where's mine?
It is hard to believe, but it is true. After something like a year since the last post, I have finally written something new for my SaysMe blog (the value of a 12 hour plane flight back from Europe). Here's a snippet:
Even if the Prague audience had not read the program, they should have known to return. The First Law of Symphonic Programming requires an inverse relationship between the putrescence of the first half of the program and the beauty of the second. The more putrid the first, the more beautiful the second. If the first half of the concert is Schoenberg, after the intermission you can count on Mozart. If the first piece of the concert is Webern, look for a Bach concerto to follow. And never the other way around. The tripe must always come before the trifle. Otherwise, honestly, who would stick around for the second half? Masochists and neophytes. Everyone else would know to promptly run away before the memories of a truly fabulous piece of music had been erased with cacophony and dissonance.
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So the writers of Lost are basically working through all the "W" words when it comes to the island.
- Season one: what is this place?
- Season two: why is this place?
- Season three: when is this place?
- Season four: where is this place?
Killing time before going to Caroline's school for reading time. Wanted to pick up some vino for foobar and the weekend but Vintage Berkeley isn't open yet.
While in Gryphon Music the other day, I was perusing a copy of The Strad magazine (a little light reading for the hard core violin geek) and it had a cover story about Seth Lakeman. Seth is a folk singer/songwriter/violinst. And his is just awesome. When I grow up, I want to be Seth Lakeman.
