Saturday was busy for both Trey and I – T worked all day and I had a morning rehearsal, ran a couple of errands and did some chores. At least I can say that despite the fact that our apartment is a mess (we’re not home enough to clean it these days – hopefully I’ll have a little time next weekend), we do have clean clothes to wear! Funny note about my rehearsal, too…our director realized his pitch pipe was in his car, so he turned to the assistant director and asked if he had his pitch pipe on him. No dice. So our director’s about to hand someone his car keys when he asks if anyone has a pitch pipe. Who do you think was the only dork with a pitch pipe in her purse? I seriously never leave my house without the thing.
Saturday night was Schlachtfest, the annual fall fest of the slaughter. It sounds gruesome, but it really just means we get to go to club and eat really good food – you could smell the stuff from a block away, it was awesome. I went early to sing the anthems and help the youth group serve dinner, and Trey come straight from work in time to help with coffee and clearing tables. We got to eat wonderful dinner before dancing with the adult group. Schlachtfest is also when the new Miss Donauschwaben is crowned, but we left before that happened – I still don’t know who got it this year.
Sunday was a big day, but got off to a great start with the extra hour which was used half to sleep and half to get all of my stuff together for the day. I did double duty at church, singing the 10:30 service with the choir and cantoring at noon (next week I cantor both in addition to choir stuff at 10:30!), and got to the car just in time to hear that the Bears were up 31 to 0 with 8 minutes left in the first half of the game.
I swung by the house to pick up Trey and my gown and headed out to my afternoon concert. I had been really nervous leading up to the concert, because of the Mozart I was doing (Laudate Dominum requires lungs of steel that I don’t quite have), and especially because I’ve been really nervous the last couple of auditions I’ve done (my legs shake really badly!) but when it came time for me to sing I was fine. All in all, I felt great about the performance, too – aside from a little slip-up at the end of the Bach which I covered well (Trey said he didn’t even notice), I felt so into the performance from a standpoint of having good stage presence, and I felt great vocally as well. The audience responded really well, too, smiling a lot during the Bach and Mozart, and singing along for the folks song and 2 show-tunes I did.
All night during dinner people came up to me and told me they loved my singing. My favorites, however, were those people who told me they never thought so much sound could come out of someone so small, and the lady who went up to my mother and asked, “Are you the mother of the soloist?” Mom responded that she was, and the lady replied, “I’m so glad you paid for her singing lessons!”
The rest of the concert was really cute – the group was a combined German men’s chorus, and they did some folk songs, some serious music, and some show tunes. Our favorites were “Put on a happy face” and “76 trombones” (picture a bunch of old German guys singing those songs, complete with the accents).
I think that'll be it for now...except to report that yesterday I fixed a major paper jam in the copier with a wooden spoon. There was all kinds of paper stuck up in the thing, my arm was not quite skinny enough to get in all the way, and the tongs weren't quite long enough either. The wooden spoon did the trick, at least it helped me to knock all of the stuck paper unstuck. Hooray for being resourceful!
Now that's really it...and I think that tomorrow I will take a blogging break and let other folks catch up...
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Thanks for the update. I loved it!
J
I miss the days of you in my basement singing! if i asked you to do that now people would wonder if i was harboring prisoners!
But Vik, i have to say it... you are a dork for having a pitch pipe in your purse. ;P
I think it's perfectly acceptable for you to carry a pitch pipe in your purse. Obviously it came in handy, right!?!
Congrats on the concert going well. I think it's always good to be a little nervous, it gives you good energy for the performance.
Way to go with the copier jam too!
Doesn't everyone have at least one person in their family that carries a pitch pile at all times, I have two! It is normal at my house! In fact, there is a pitch pipe sitting on an end table in the family room all the time.
The concert was wonderful. Beside's Viki's performance, I especially enjoyed the 'old guys' singing about a 'veeping villow tree'. It was very amusing.
Mom
LOL at your blog and everyone's comments! Thanks for the detailed blog. When you're a serious singer or instrumentalist you should always have a pitch pipe or tuner at all times. I know when I was in high school I begged my mother for a tuner I could keep in my case. And yes I was usually the only one when the director forgot his for field sectional drills to have one. So I'm a dork right along with ya!
Hooray for wooden spoons. They not only fit well on the backside of someone, but fix copiers. Also, they tell you when the oil is hot for frying (you get a ring of bubbles when the oil is ready when you put the tip in). :-P
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