|Very few good things happened in the last few months. This photo was one of them.
I know it’s been awhile. Like the rest of the world, COVID kind of put me in a rut. But I decided that was okay. Instead of guilting myself, I laid myself down in my rut, covered myself in dirt and leaves, and hibernated for a good few months. Proverbially (mostly).
But now, I’m in paper-writing hell. And writing academic papers just makes me miss writing what I love: reviews, recommendations, things that are strictly just-for-fun and don’t involve in-depth analyses of Tristan und Isolde. That opera is such a clusterfuck — for the love of god, not even one cadence? (Please, whatever deities that be, make it so my music theory professor never reads this.)
So here’s a fun little update on what I’ve been up to since my last post six(!) months ago.
I hate them. They’re not the same. Don’t let anyone tell you that they’re similar, or a good substitute. They are a band-aid on a bullet wound. But I’m doing them anyway to feel something, anything.
I’m lucky to have a quartet with friends who also hate virtual ensembles, but are doing them anyway to feel something, anything. Here is our first venture, some Poulenc from back in [July? August? Summer.].
This was the first time I put on concert black since the pandemic started.
I never expected to have such emotions over a literal black T-shirt.
In a few weeks, you can hear me in an entirely virtual production of Dido and Aeneas. I will be listening, but not before a nice strong martini. Listening to recordings of oneself is actual, verified torture.
Only one of them. Chemistry for Music Majors.
More than any person who lives alone should.
A Pseudo-Musicology Talk
Peep my now-broken brown chair :'(
Convincing Myself That I Want To Sing for a Living
And then having a crisis and talking myself out of that prospect three weeks later. At least for now 😉
A Backyard Production of Dido and Aeneas
Furnished informally by the Yale Music Department, performed socially distanced in the department chair’s backyard. I was the drunken sailor, complete with an empty bottle of Laphroaig (expensive taste!).
Deep Dives for Recital Rep
Perhaps the biggest loss for me in the COVID era has been opportunities to conduct. Last March and April, I was supposed to conduct the Yale Glee Club on tour and conduct a fully-staged production of Stravinsky’s Pulcinella. With undergrads unilaterally barred from in-person performance here, there are simply no real conducting opportunities.
Anyway, that’s about it from me. Hopefully, I’ll be writing more in the coming months — I’m coming up on a winter break where I’ll have nothing to do but practice my *top-secret* recital repertoire. Hope you all stay safe and healthy, both physically and mentally!