Sunday, February 19, 2006

Running out

We had a run-out concert in Whitewater, WI today. I have no idea where that is. I ride the bus and read the whole time so I have no clue. I think it is somewhere south and west of Milwaukee.

We did a lot of nice, good fun pieces. Wagner's Flying Dutchman and the Intermezzo and Toreadors from the opera Carmen were the most fun for me to play of the whole program, but there were some other nice 2 horn pieces that I didn't play on that I really liked including a few chansons by Elgar. Thankfully, we got "South Pacific" over with by the end of the first half. It's actually a really good arrangement but some of the tunes are just hopelessly misogynistic and demeaning toward women, like "There is nothing like a dame", which is one of the theme songs in my own personal hell. Have you ever seen that acted out on stage? It's a bunch of sailors whistling and harassing some poor woman who has to strut around and act like she's enjoying it. And then there are other not as horrendous but equally irritating songs like "I'm in love with a wonderful guy", which always makes me want to retch (unless it's sung by a drag queen, in which case it really can be quite entertaining). But the audience always loves it (or seems to?), which depresses me even more. Oh well.



On a totally different subject - and I know I haven't yet talked much about politics, so this might be a nice reminder for all of you who just love our dear president that you chose to visit here of your own volition - what do you guys think about this whole Cheney hunting thing? I was just sorry he wasn't out hunting with GW with a little better aim. {*sigh*} I keep wishing GWB would sling around his pitiful little wang with some poor intern or something so we could impeach him already, before he does any more damage. Oh well. I can dream, can't I?







Oh, and here's another potentially contentious political comment. Don't you think it's just a little bit ironic that the cartoon of Mohammed portrayed as violent - which, I admit, was inflammatory - has so many Muslim fundamentalists acting out their outrage in violence??! Hello? Don't they realize their oxymoronic behavior? What are they thinking?

Segue....I made Thai Coconut Chicken right out of the Betty Crocker cookbook I was talking about. It was soooo good. It had sugar snap peas, lime zest and juice, garlic (of course), coconut milk, jalapenos, and of course chicken and a bunch of other things I am forgetting right now. It definitely satisfied my need for different things in our meal rotation, and it's so much fun to try new recipes. If you want it, post a comment and tell me to put it up.

Speaking of posting comments, did you know that you can post a comment even if you're not registered on this website? I set it up that way. Just click on the "comment" link at the bottom of any post, select "anonymous" (which doesn't mean you can't sign it and identify yourself, it just means you don't have to sign in to leave a comment). Then type your message in the box, and click "post"! This would be a fun introduction to those of you cyberphobes who may never have posted to a website or bulletin board yet!

Anyway, hope you all are having a peaceful wrap-up to your weekend. My "weekend" is tomorrow, Monday being our regular day off. This week we're doing an all Tchaikowsky program: March Slave, Francesca da Rimini, the Piano Concerto, and 1812. I don't know that I've done 1812 indoors for a while. I wonder if they'll simulate the cannon blasts. (I hope so! More blasting back there means less blasting we have to do!)


So have a great week!

XO Love,
Darcy

P.S. See that little link below? the one that says "comments"? Make my day and click on it, even if only to just say hi. (If you don't have a blogger account you can post as "anonymous" even though it's perfectly okay to sign your name.)

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Howdy.

Love the cartoons and the dish you made sounds yummy.

Anonymous said...

How can you read on a bus??? I get major car sick from reading on moving vehicles. Except planes, because you don't really see the movement of the vehicle peripherally while reading on a plane. I once made myself nauseous for three days after reading a newspaper on the bus coming home. Just can't do it.

And what an interesting segue by using the word, "segue." Very funny, going from ultra-violent religious extremists to Thai chicken!

Anonymous said...

PS - my problem with South Pacific is not the music (because you do have to consider the times in which it was written), I just have a problem with the fact that both couples in the show seem to fall madly in love instantly and desperately. You have no investment in the characters.

Brünhilde Wunderfrau said...

RE: reading on the bus...

It all started when I was a wee tot, and we would always make the trek out to Candlewood Lake which is in New Fairfield, CT. From Cincinnati, that was a 14 hour car trip.

My mother, who is not only a great parent but a brilliant and skilled music teacher, knew that in order to keep all the passengers in the car (my dad, mom, sister, brother, and myself) from going insane and/or homicidal, she had to bring things for us to do.

So that started this whole fabulous tradition, which I plan to pass along to my kid(s), of getting presents and neat things to do IN the car. The presents and goodies were only distributed at the beginning of the trip, IN the car, so we didn't have time to get tired of them before we left. I think in the later years, we all would get sooo painfully excited on the eve of a trip that she would give us a little gift the night before, but most of the things were reserved for the day of. ;) The gifts included new crayons, markers, Fun Pads (remember those?), Invisible Ink pads with those orange and white pens, new tapes for the cassette player in the car, and tons of other fun goodies.

Come to think of that poor cassette player in my parents' 88 Caprice Classic Chevy stationwagon, I have no idea how my father didn't go completely insane listening to the Muppets and Sesame Street over and over and over and over again. Talk about earworms...

So I accredit my parents for the fact that I've always read in the car and never had any problem with it. :)