I admit I am woefully behind in current theater music. I used to want to hear everything. Even if there was no role in a show for me, I might find the best ever audition song, or a song I wanted to perform in a showcase or revue. Then I started pulling back to things…
That is, indeed, the question. Right now, I am up to my tits in rehearsals for A New Brain. (This show is so wonderful and the music is so fucking difficult – for the singers – not for the audience – y’all get to just sit back and enjoy!) This weekend there is an audition…
And oh, how I miss it. What I seem to be losing is agility in thinking. And the ability to multi-task in my thinking. This is most obvious in trying to absorb new music. Holy fuck. Dealing with notes, words and rhythms. My brain just gets increasingly numb. And I get more and more frustrated…
Don’t you love discovering things you really, really like? There is, of course, the question of, “How did I not know about this?” But you know now, and that’s a goodness. Making the rounds in the fat community is a lovely music video by rapper/singer Lizzo for her song My Skin. Lizzo reminds me…
Okay. Not a bullet. A show. Being cast in a show. First, I hope nobody thinks this is sour grapes. Because it truly is not. I would have been honored to have been cast in this show, and the people who were cast are fabulously talented and will be fabulous in the show.…
That’s MY tunes, not iTunes. I have a really big collection of CDs (as does my husband); but I’m not as good as he is in actually pulling them out and listening to them. Plus, I am mainly unmotivated to buy new CDs, unless I am supporting a friend. So, how do I listen to…
Last night I joined a friend at a piano bar – Vahl’s in Alviso. I haven’t been to a piano bar since I lived in Los Angeles, and I have missed it soooooo much. Vahl’s is not an LA piano bar by a long stretch. You don’t want to throw your best Sondheim…
I am happy, nay thrilled, to say that just playing my French horn 15-20 minutes a day for a couple of weeks has made a notable difference in my diaphragm (the tummy kind not the kootch kind) control. Last night, I had my first session with the accompanist I practice with, and there was a…
I have noticed in my singing that my breath support is just not as good as it used to be. Well that sucks. So I decided to do something about it. I pulled out my old French Horn (I’ve had it since High School – at the advice our HS band director, Mr. Story, my…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 