April 25, 2008

Spring Concert

Here are Son's youth symphony performances of
O Mio Babbino Caro


and the third Brandenburg Concerto

In O Mio Babbino Caro, he is playing a bass solo along with the harp for about the first 20 bars - admittedly, it's very hard to hear his part; I don't think their recording equipment is very sophisticated. But it's still cool. The Brandenburg has always been one of my favorite pieces, and they did a pretty good job. By coincidence, about a week later all the school orchestras in the city had a day-long judging/performance event, and the local high school group played the same piece, but in the original (not an arrangement). He was quite impressed with the difference just a few more years will make.

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April 20, 2008

At the Opera

As I mentioned earlier, our spring break adventures included an opera performance. I didn't start out planning for that experience, but it turned out quite well.

Prior to this, my opera experience was limited to two field trips to the San Francisco Opera House during elementary school. I know we saw Carmen, and I'm pretty sure the second was A Midsummer Night's Dream. I can recognize and name a couple of famous arias, but that's about it. It just wasn't part of my world.

One of the pieces Son played with his youth symphony orchestra this spring was O Mio Babbino Caro by Puccini, from the opera Gianni Schicchi. [In fact, he had a bass solo in this piece, and didn't even tell us before the performance! His rationale: "If you knew I was doing a solo, you would have made me practice and practice forever." I'll post a link to the MP3 file as soon as the concert CD arrives in the mail.] I recognized this aria as part of the soundtrack from A Room with a View, but didn't know anything more about it.

As I searched various events calendars for things to do while in Seattle, the name Gianni Schicchi popped up. The Seattle Opera has a "young artists" program, kind of a post-doc experience for singers between their formal training and their first full professional position. These performances aren't at the Seattle Center, but in Bellevue, the same neighborhood we were staying in. It was combined on the program with The Enchanted Child by Ravel, and tickets were quite reasonably priced. Since this was an opportunity to see Son's piece in its context, I decided to take the plunge.



The kids' initial response to this plan was less than enthusiastic, but they acquiesced with very little protest, and all of us ended up thoroughly enjoying the performance. Both productions had very contemporary staging: in The Enchanted Child, the Child was a bratty ponytailed girl in a school blazer and plaid skirt with headphones plugged into her ears as she ignored her mother's entreaties. One of the characters moved through the scene on a Razor scooter wearing leather, chains, and a flaming red mohawk.

Gianni Schicchi opened with the patriarch dying in his elaborate bed complete with canopy, draperies, and frescoed ceiling. Across the stage, his relatives gathered on red velvet sofas to await his demise... while they watched a soccer match on a flat-screen TV and shouted and cursed at the players and refs. There were several over-the-top characters, but the best was Gianni himself who had all the persona of Tony Soprano (not that the kids really got it, but the laughter from the adult audience was contagious). Both were quite funny and the kids really came away with a better understanding that artists can take their work very seriously to produce a comic result. And the setting was informal enough that the cast came out and mingled with the audience in the lobby afterward. I'll be keeping an eye out for these productions whenever we find that we'll be spending some time in the Seattle area.


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April 19, 2008

March Book Reviews

Before the specifics of March's books get pushed out of my brain, here are some comments.

I finished two more books in Carol O'Connell's Kathleen Mallory series. Stone Angel is one of my favorites so far. It took Mallory out of her NYC context into the deep South, and filled in some gaps from her past that gave more insight into why she is who she is. Charles came along for the adventure (not with Mallory's permission or encouragement) and it was quite fun to see him adjust. I didn't like Shell Game as much. I've never been a fan of magicians or magic; Houdini and the like hold little interest for me. As the plot revolved around an illusion gone fatally wrong, and included lots of details about the workings of various tricks, I found my attention wandering much more than in any of the other books so far.

Last spring, I was loaned a couple of cool little books that bore the heading Tales of the Otori. These were paperbacks about 4" by 6" with great cover art, and the stories were fabulous - compelling characters caught up in epic sagas of war, politics, and clan loyalty in a time and place similar to feudal Japan, but with some cool fantasy/magical elements mixed in. Last month, as I wandered past the new book shelf in my local library, I was surprised to see the name of the same author attached to a massive 500-page hardback. It turned out that Heaven's Net is Wide is the recently-completed prequel to the entire series, and the two paperbacks I had read comprised only a third of the installments. I grabbed that volume, and thanks to our library's great online book request system, I was able to borrow and finish the remaining books in the series. Engaging, entertaining -- great escape reading.

Dubliners was my book group's book for March. Admission: I had never read Joyce. As a set of character studies, the stories were mixed: some intriguing and lifelike enough to picture, others just seeming flat or vague. I think I needed more to put the book into its historic and literary context to really appreciate it.

Run was a good read: a nice mix of mystery and human drama with enough hopefulness to leave me feeling glad I'd put forth the time and effort. The book starts with an accident, and a selfless act by a person that seemed to be a random passerby, but wasn't at all. Lots of food for thought about the connections between people, especially within families, and the meanings we attach to them.

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April 15, 2008

That whooshing sound

...was the last two weeks flying by. In somewhat chronological order, that time has included:

  • a review at work, for which I had to write all the reports, organize the documentation, etc.
  • the kids' spring break. Because of bullet #1 above, I couldn't get away until late in the week, so we took a flying trip to Seattle for what turned out to be as much art and culture as we could cram into three days: the Seattle Art Museum (Roman art from the Louvre and Ghiberti's Gates of Paradise, and a bit of the new Olympic Sculpture Park); the Opera (Gianni Schicchi and The Enchanted Child); and just hanging out at places like Uwajimaya and the most noncommercial mall ever (live jazz! endless chess games!)
  • the visit of an online friend from the east coast, prompting a great dinner in the Seattle area (which I was late to, again because of #1, but at least I didn't miss it entirely)
  • an overnight train trip (and back) to somewhere in the middle of a very large state, where I spent several days at a tribal college. Managed to get off the train and into a location with a TV in time to see the second half of the women's NCAA final (and its unfortunate conclusion)
  • soccer season started for Daughter; Son's lacrosse experience continues and he has added the school swim team (bringing that group up to four members!)
Some of this is really worth writing about; I also haven't reviewed March's books, so I have catching up to do. I should be staying pretty close to home for the next few weeks, so I'm hopeful that I will get some posts up. In the meantime, I'm still feeling sleep-deprived. Train travel was enjoyable in many ways, but I found it almost impossible to sleep (even with a "roomette" in the sleeper car). It wasn't the motion so much as the constant noise; using earplugs for the noise didn't work for me, though, as when the sound was muffled the motion was just too disorienting. At least I've experienced overnight train travel now, and know I'll need a different approach if I ever plan an extended trip.

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April 01, 2008

All Right Now


Yes, I still am capable of doing crazy, spur-of-the-moment things. Like deciding on Sunday that all of us should go to the NCAA women's basketball tournament Monday night to watch Stanford play Maryland. There were tickets available. Spokane is only about 160 miles away. The kids have never seen anything like a Division I college basketball game. Besides, this matchup was even my grad school against Spouse's. When will we get another chance like this? Why should the little realities (work, snow/sleet, a highway closure that kept us off the Interstate and on the two-lane farm road, both kids getting over being sick, the fact that Spouse's night vision is not what it should be and I would have to do all the driving on the way back and still be at work by 8 AM Tuesday) keep me from indulging a whim?

We went. It was great. We were only four rows from the floor--though not in the Cardinal section as the seating chart on the website indicated, but oh, well. Candice Wiggins was AMAZING. 41 points earned in every possible way to make a basket. Son's observation: "Her body was shaped like a big "C" and she still got the ball in." Daughter was so enthralled by Candice bouncing up and down in excitement at the end of the game that she started to bounce, too.

It's corny, and totally unfounded, but I have always felt a bit of ownership in this team. Coach V. arrived during my time on campus, and we went to a bunch of games by just showing up at Maples 15 minutes before game time and taking courtside seats--those were the "rebuilding" years. I know there are lots of reasons to be cynical about college athletics, but I really admire this program.

Oh, and look closely at the picture--see the guy in the grey sweatshirt barely visible at the bottom left? I'm sure that's Spouse, and the rest of us are just out of the frame. We stayed and watched every minute of the post-game celebration. And even though nobody else in the family would jump with me during "All Right Now," I was doing the jump with everyone down on the court. On to the Final Four!

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