Tagged: tralalala!

22
Jan
2006

WHEN IT HITS YOU, YOU FEEL NO PAIN*

Martin and I discovered today that the snow isn’t really white. It’s blue and violet and grey and silver and white. Where the lowering sun paused behind the trees and shone, the shadows melted along the sloping sides of every drift. It only sparkled on the sunny side, but we agreed both sides were beautiful. We’ve got a good half hour walk mapped out now, and we march along, arms swinging free, talking about whatever subject strikes our (mostly his) fancy. One of his Christmas presents was a little suitcase full of illustrated boardbooks about the different countries of the...

23
Nov
2005

THIS BLOG HAS MORE COWBELL THAN IT KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH

Songs I’ve sung to my children, WITH FEELING, the past few days: 1) To the tune of “Doe, A Deer, A Female Deer” Jaws, a mouth, a great big mouth Teeth, those things that kind of crunch Chomp! the way sharks say hello Us, his favorite quickie lunch! Blood, which turns the ocean red Gulp, which means a shark’s been fed, Splash! which makes a swimmer pause… Which will bring us back to Jaws, jaws, jaws, jaws! 2) Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts, Mutilated monkey meat Roast toasty birdy feet French-fried eyeballs floating in a pool of...

02
Nov
2005

BETTER TO LIGHT ONE SMALL CANDLE

It’s not exactly light when we leave the house in the mornings now, but it’s definitely dark when I’m coming home. After a month of sunny autumn beauty, fall is sliding into winter in real-time. When the skies are clear at night, they look like black, black velvet, diamond-studded and pure, another world high overhead. When they’re overcast, the darkness is impenetrable; coming down around on all sides, a blanket fort. A grey heron flies across the road, his kink-necked, sword-billed head ridiculously far from his feet. The trees have dropped their summer pants, they look silly and half-dressed. The...

16
Oct
2005

TRA LA LA!

I felt like I was glowing yesterday. It was probably just the stage lighting, and the rarified air I was breathing, though, performing with 3000 other choir members, a full symphony orchestra and several very famous Swedish singing stars. The choir filled one entire end of the Globen stadium as well as the back half of the stage, and we were a pretty impressive sight, all massed in black with turquoise scarves and the tenor & bass sections in tuxedos. 13 pretty-much-straight hours of singing, and instead of being hoarse at the end I was simultaneously flying with the power...

10
Sep
2005

SING OF GOOD THINGS NOT BAD

I’m not a very religious person in the conventional sense of the word, but I have a reverence for spiritual settings, and there is something about singing in a church that gets me every time. It doesn’t matter whether I am singing alone or with a group. And it doesn’t matter whether the music is secular or not. It’s not so much the song as it is the SINGING. Something about the engineered raised spaces, the way the nave and the sanctuary draw your eye upward, exposing your throat and opening it up. Something about the acoustics, the way the...

31
Aug
2005

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOA!

Keep your hands and feet inside the ride! First meeting of the AWC on Tuesday and it was ELECTRIC! 7-8 completely new faces, a great guest speaker, and warm welcomes and greetings all around the room. I am really glad since we lost a lot of active people over the summer. It looks like my plan for shedding some responsibility worked as well, and the editor position is going to be filled by someone else for at least a year. 🙂 First choir practice tonight and I’m flying 🙂 We have THIRTY-SIX songs to learn between now and October 13th....

23
Jul
2005

WIRED 4 SOUND

My MOTHER is giving me shit about the lack of substantial updates in my journal lately. Boys, girls, pens, pencils…what’s wrong with this picture?? GET YOUR OWN DAMN BLOG, MOM! Haaaa! Although, considering what happened the last time I managed to persuade a family member to start their own LJ, I guess we’ll just let sleeping blogs lie. I organized the couple-of-year’s worth of photos that had accumulated in the study yesterday and put them into 2 photo albums. I realized, while I was sorting them, that most of them had come from other people’s cameras: my mom’s, my brother’s,...

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