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[verbminx]

Afternoon spent almost exactly as planned, for once. Went out to Panera, had a salad and endless refills of hazelnut coffee, clattered away on Little Boy while listening to music. (CD-rom on laptop computer = fantastic; negates need to carry separate cd player.) Drove to Target, rather across town in rush-hour traffic, to return the two pairs of shoes I bought last week. I kept the black pointy Danton flats but got them in a different size. Again, photos forthcoming.

Decided to make a stop at the music store on the way home. I've been meaning to go there for a while to look for a few specific songbooks (The Singer's Musical Theater Anthology, Vol 1, Soprano - if you're curious), but it's out of the way, only accessible from one direction because of a weird triangular traffic island in front of it. I happened to be going in the proper direction, so I stopped - forgetting that school started this week and the store was chock full of junior high kids buying used cellos. They did not have the book I was looking for, but had another which looked interesting, particularly when I found a song I thought I was looking for. "Go, Lovely Rose." Except it wasn't. The song I found was actually "The Last Rose of Summer" and was a different song about roses that I sang a solo in when I was around sixteen years old. They sort of run together in my memory, except that one is a standard and the other is a sort of melancholy modernist madrigal. I went in with no intention of buying anything, and keeping to my intention was easy.

Also, picked up brownie mix (that's what momster wants for her birthday tomorrow instead of a cake). I believe we are going to eat a pot-roast tomorrow (sorry, vegan friends!) and paint ceramics.

Now I'm just waiting for it to be late enough for me to go to sleep. (Again, when did I become an 80-year-old man?)

Comments

[coconuthead.livejournal.com]

Oh, I might not have escaped 24 Italian songs. I had to do one called "Nel Cor Piu Non Mi Cento" or something like that. My teacher didn't have a clue about Italian pronunciation, so I caught hell for that at contest.

I didn't have a best. My teacher decided I should be a soprano, but I didn't feel very well suited to it, because past a certain point it all went squawky. You must actually have a nice voice.

[verbminx.livejournal.com]

I spent my entire adolescence in opera training. Which did wonders for my popularity, I'm sure you can imagine. I almost became an opera singer, but I just... meh. Completely lost interest a year or two after graduating. I sound a lot like Joan Sutherland or June Anderson.

Most high school choirs seem to be: girls who don't go too offkey in upper ranges go to soprano, girls who can barely hold a tune and have a 5-note range go to alto. There are sopranos who can't sing (argh, i used to have to stand next to them), and altos who can, but the arbitrary division seems to be that the people who have developed a range go into soprano and the people who haven't go into alto.

and yep, I know "Nel Cor Piu..."! "Mi pizzichi, mi stuzzichi! Mi pungichi, mi mastichi! Che cosa e questo ahime! Pieta, pieta! pieta!" But the song I was always better at from that particular book was, um, "Se tu m'ami." It's really flirty. It's about a girl telling the simple shepherd boy who's in love with her that, well, he's cute and all, but he's not the ONLY cute boy out there, and...

wow!

[coconuthead.livejournal.com]

I'm not an opera fan, but I am impressed that you had the ability and the discipline to train for it.

I vaguely remember the shepherd boy one. I think Mrs. D showed it to me but then decided on Nel Cor.

Re: wow!

[verbminx.livejournal.com]

... it may not be the same one. that damned book is FULL of songs about shepherd boys. ;)