Home for the Holidays

I got home in the nick of time! Snow storm began mere hours after I arrived home, safe and sound. White Christmas? It's beginning to look like a wonderful possibility!

Traveling home on Thursday was fairly uneventful. Nasty head colds and flying up and down, however, do not make for a very pleasant trip. :-/ Nonetheless, I survived. And much to Dr. D's disappointment, unfortunately, there were no hair pat-downs at security. haha!

I've basically been "couched" since I got home. This illness came on very fast and knocked me down. Still barely a voice, so I highly doubt there will be any Christmas singing for this soprano. More important that I get thoroughly better than even attempt to sing on a voice that's not there. 

No worries, though (ha! yeah, right...a soprano without a voice isn't worrying?!)...we've got gummy bears and Christmas movies to keep me company. ;) (Xander hasn't been too thrilled with me that I haven't been able to do much of anything yet...but the gummy bears seem a fair enough consolation prize to him...and me! hehe!) 

Oh, and who remembers (for once!) to pack her camera charger...and not her camera? This girl. Oh, boy... Same with my new snow boots. Guess we'll just have to make it work with the family camera and my old snowmobiling boots! 

Semester: SURVIVED!

And cue the "Hallelujah Chorus"! ;)  I feel like I basically dropped off the blogging planet these past few months, but more importantly, I was wading through towering piles of scoolwork and schores. Having come out alive, I can sincerely say that this has been the most challenging semester of my academic career. We will find out in January how well I fared grade-wise.

Unfortunately, I woke up yesterday with all the comings on of a nasty head cold...and a performance to be sung in the evening. ACK! Thankfully, the voice held out. But I was forced to cancel my lesson today because it has now taken over my throat and resonators! What a glorious note to close out my semester... :*(  On a positive note, though, I ought to be counting my blessings that that is all I had to cancel. Not a huge deal, because this can be made up; not usually the case for a performance. Just frustrating because I really could have used that lesson. (Flying home tomorrow morning will be a treat with all this head congestion... Ha!)

Since it's been like 7 years since my last post, here's the run-down of some highlights:

▪ Murder Mystery party for Rachael's birthday!

▪ Rehearsing the seance scene from The Medium starts to influence your life...almost burnt the apartment down at 6:30am on a Monday...then had a rehearsal where I sang about burning things at 9am.

▪ Also having dreams about "Doodly" and "Mother, mother, are you there?" Creepy. 

▪ Harvard boys can't count. 

▪ I got a job teaching voice lessons!

▪ Dawn Upshaw at Symphony Hall

▪ Birthday party at my vocal coach's house (his own party) = AMAZING way to spend my Saturday night. So much laughter, dance party in his kitchen, "Sound of Music" sing-along. Awesome!

▪ Flying home for Thanksgiving, my hair got a pat-down at airport security. Yes, this is real life. Actually happened. Apparently, my hair looks suspicious or dangerous. And my opera coach, Dr. D, has reveled in this to no end. (He cannot wait for the Facebook updates when I fly home tomorrow.)

▪ My hair has become an out-of-control source of humor, jokes, and teasing. I find it just as hilarious as everyone else. I actually make half the jokes, myself. haha! It's got a mind of its own! Dr. D is relentless on the commentary. Hilarious!

▪ Spent a few days hanging out with my nephew Xander, who showed me his robot skills with an empty Sam Adams box that my dad gave him to play with. 

▪ TWO new pairs of glasses because mine broke over Thanksgiving. AND I chose and ordered them all by myself! My friend Edwin brought to my attention that the one pair look like Karen Walker's. It's true:

▪ This conversation actually happened at Thanksgiving dinner:

Aunt #1 (whilst interrupting Aunt #2, who was talking about the Erie Otters hockey team...but wasn't listening): "Did you know that otters hold hands when they go to sleep, so they don't float away?! Isn't that sweet?!"
Aunt #2: Are we talking about the same Otters?!"
Ladies and gents, THIS is what happens when you weren't actually listening.

▪  Mom rode the train back to Boston with me and hung out for a few days.
▪  Edwin and I got engaged. (Not for real! That would be way too dysfunctional. haha!)

▪  This is Edwin and me:

▪ After all these years of late nights, I have found that I am actually more of a morning person and far more productive then.
▪ Whipped out a 25-minute presentation in two days.
▪My roommate and I went to dinner one night, and the host at the restaurant legitimately asked, "Uh...What's with the 1980s hair?"
▪ Dr. D thinks I should write a book about the adventures of my hair.
▪ My voice coaching sessions are highly amusing and usually consist of me, to no end, singing quirky vowels and my coach asking if I am testing him. Ha! You have so much patience for me, Mr. M!
▪ Sang Dvorak's Gypsy Songs and a couple Beethoven folk tunes for piano trio and voice.

▪ Been discovering crazy cool things in my voice! (Being sick makes me sad right now because I can't play around with my new resonance discoveries.)
▪ Observed the future of classical music during choir rehearsal for community programs:

▪ I have succeeded in losing and finding my watch countless times.
▪ Christmas party at Rachael's!
▪ Auditioned for SongFest...
▪ Baked candy cane cookies with peppermint schnapps frosting and topped with crushed candy canes...instead of writing my two hefty papers.

▪ Whipped out paper #1 and turned it in a whole week early! (That's only because I had another due the same day that was even bigger, so I had to start chipping away at the work pile somehow.)
▪ Procrastinated on paper #2 some more.
▪ My roommate and I threw a little dinner party for her birthday/Christmas. I officially had no time to do that, but I am so glad we did! :)
▪ Spent this past Friday night...and Saturday night...and Sunday night conjuring up paper #2 and ended up submitting it two days ahead of time! (How is this happening?!)
▪ Opera scenes concert last night was a success! The Medium is super cool...and super emotional.
▪ Now, spent most of the day on the couch/cleaning the apartment, since I had to cancel my lesson, and I leave bright and squirrely in the morning for two weeks in PA for the holidays.

And that has basically been my life. Absorbed in school and trying to stay afloat the workload. I have two weeks to get all illnesses out of my system because come the first of the year, I have zero time to deal with this nonsense. I have an entire recital to memorize by January 15...and four songs still to learn... :-/ Plus preparing for a few more auditions (that, of course, do not all have overlapping repertoire), and two - possibly three - other recitals following my own. Here we go, crazy and exciting six months! But first, some much needed and deserved rest and repose. I'm not sure I remember quite how to let myself do nothing...

See you from the PA side of life! ;)

When a soprano goes to grad school...

...she's going to have too many things to do, so...she'll forget about her blog and be bogged down with work!

My life feels a bit like that When you give a mouse a cookie... book that sparked a whole series of such book! Ha! 

The short-hand version of recent life events...

If you run yourself ragged and not get enough sleep and combine that all with drastic weather changes, you will get sick. -_-  (Thankfully, it was a fairly mild, short-lived cold...but still caused several days of cancellations of rehearsals, lessons, etc. Ugh.)

I probably took on too much music this semester. Overwhelmed...but I'll survive.

But you will get really stressed out at times and may have one (or more) slight meltdowns with sprinklings of melodrama.

If you listen to too much Julie Andrews (I know...how can that EVER happen?!?!), it will begin to influence your English diction, like "branch" becomes "bronch"...and will lead to the most ridiculous vocal coaching session ever and him asking if I am "testing" him...because it was a continuous occurrence throughout our half hour. Haha! Now, that was hilarious!

You can spend 45 minutes coaching a two-page song, and still, your work will be far from finished on that piece...which brings about the upsetting, stress-inducing realization that there is and never will be enough time to know all there is to know about each thing I sing. =/

If you sing Monica in scenes of The Medium, your opera coach will replace, "Doodly, doodly..." with "Honey Boo Boo...", which will then lead to you YouTube-ing what/who is Honey Boo Boo, only to find out what a mess our culture is. (Thirty seconds of that tragedy was enough for my life time!) But will also lead to a hilarious round of jokes, facebook commentary, and parodies of my scene.

And when Hurricane Sandy (aka Frankenstorm) hits the East Coast, Jesus will grant you a much-wished-for DAY OFF!!! (Which could turn into two day...) And you'll have guests over for a pj party at your house (conveniently and smartly located a half-mile from the coast...) and get stranded because the T was closed down and its wicked ridiculous outside! So you'll bake butterscotch chocolate chip cookies, watch White Christmas and Anastasia, and attempt to tackle some of this tower of schoolwork! ;)

Photos & Highlights

I ought to get cracking on the MOUNTAIN of homework and music to be learned, but I wanted to take a bit of time to get some photos up and fill in a breeze-through of the past three weeks. (Otherwise, I'll keep putting it off and end up abandoning this blog entirely, which I certainly don't want to do!)

Let's see... As I said previously, the week before I got back into a class schedule, I stole away for a few days at home. It was so good to get away! I won't be back, again, until Thanksgiving break, which would have made for a very long time without a break! An entire committee came to get me at the airport - Mom, Dad, and little sister Becca. We stopped for food along the way home, and our waitress was basically Zooey Deschanel. haha!

Xander turned 4 that weekend. He's such a crazy kid! My visit was supposed to be a "surprise," but the little rascal found out! Can't keep anything from a 4 y/o! However, his sense of time is still a little askew, so I'm not certain he realized exactly when I'd be there. We got home from the airport very late, and I awoke the next morning to a little boy in my face saying, "AH! Aunt Sammy's here! I so glad you're home!" Crazy kid! We spent the weekend playing "Chutes & Ladders," making pirate spy glasses from paper towel rolls, had 2 campfires, went shopping/running errands, watched Little Einsteins and Octonauts...

He was showing off his "tattoo" to me. Oh, dear...

Oh, I almost forgot one of the most important parts! When we finally got back to the house the night I arrived home, my dad whipped out an early birthday present for me...A BOTTLE OF PALINKA! Um. Awesome! After my trip to Hungary two years ago, he accidentally broke the bottle I had brought back and felt so bad that he's been trying to get hold of a new one ever since. (He does work for a chick that is dating a Hungarian, so they got it for him when they were there this summer.) Thanks, Dad! :)

Then when the weekend of fun and festivities were over, it was time to be flung back to the East Coast to rock and roll into the school year. My travels back certainly weren't dull, either! Approximately 4 hours of sleep  before having to be at the airport at 7am, an hour delay on the runway, layover in Philly (one of the worst airports to be routed through!), someone pulling the fire alarm when I was supposed to be boarding a plane. I do have to say, though, that I love traveling and exploring new places, but there is something comforting and settling in knowing exactly how things work whenever you get to a particular city. Also, traveling on Labor Day probably wouldn't be my first choice of travel days! haha!

Which brings me to 9am the following morning when I was back sitting in class. First voice lesson of the year the following day, where we jumped right into the deep end with recital music. No dilly-dallying with repertoire this semester! (In fact, I have so much rep that I have no idea how it's all going to get learned in the next couple of months! GAH!) And then...my piano proficiency exam the day after that...

That was like being in an interrogation room. The lights were basically off except for one bright lamp shining from behind me onto the keys of the piano, so they could watch my every move. It was my voice coach and another guy administering the exam. I was nervous but was still acting myself, asking a hundred questions and being a bit of a bubbly smart aleck. The guy I didn't know was trying to act all intimidating and authoritative, but I saw right through it, and I am pretty certain my voice coach thought the whole scene highly entertaining because the other guy was not really amused with me. haha!

It took nearly a week to get the results, but my voice coach knew since that moment what sections of the exam I had passed. (There are four sections that must be passed before graduation.) He, of course, smiled and flaunted that he had that information to me but refused to tell me until the official emails were sent from the dean's office. AGH! I mean, I knew I had to of passed at least three of the sections because any mistakes I made were extremely minor, but I was still up in the air about the scales portion because my shaking hand slipped a few times. And the results.....

I PASSED EVERY SECTION!!!! THE WHOLE DARN THING!!! I win. ;) hehe! Now, I can get my master's degree...provided I do well in my actual classes...

Classes are super intense this year...only two weeks in, and I am already behind on my work. Not cool. I feel like being a music student must be in the same vein of workload as a med student! haha! It's been going alright, but I've had nonstop information being thrown at me for the past two weeks straight with barely any time to breathe. They've been over-scheduling me at work, which has been running me ragged. Practice hours are so short right now, and that just makes me absolutely want to cry. Walking into a rehearsal unprepared is completely unacceptable and cannot happen! (Also, I am fairly certain that all the new people think I'm just crazy! haha!)

So, I made a "day off," cancelling work today and thankfully being able to find a replacement. Slept in today, made pancakes, watched a bit of TV, and once I finish this, I'll be hitting the books, planner, and music, so that this week can begin on the right foot with me sane and in happy spirits.

As for my birthday last week, Edwin came over, and we went to lunch. Then, we headed to the Boston Commons and the harbor to meander around for a few hours before meeting up with some others in the North End for dinner and cannolis. :) A relaxing day with good company.

Now, for that homework and tidying up the explosion that has happened in my apartment... Any volunteers to fix this? 

Happy Birthday to Me!

And Dvorak...and the Virgin Mary, too, actually. ;) Today, I turn 25! Crazy!

I have a million things to say, but I will have to come back a little later to fill in this post with more details...and photos! Because...

The week before school began, I hopped a jet plane home for a few days for my nephew's 4th birthday. And for sanity's sake before the school year, since I've been around the school most of the summer! And then...this past week was the first week of Grad School: Year 2, and we are off to a running start with one quick bounce on a spring board. It's going to be an incredible - and intense! - year! Here we go!

Stay tuned for a real post...

This afternoon, I came across my book of notes from voice lessons with Janos. I am so thankful I've taken notes on my lessons all these years and especially that particular semester. So much wisdom and truth...and so much that makes total sense...now! Isn't it incredible how hindsight seems to always be 20/20? I'm not at all disappointed about that semester. Rather, I think I soaked in as much as I could at that point in my musical studies. (But I would be lying if I didn't admit to at least part of me wishing I sang then like I can now. I can only imagine the breakthroughs in my musicality that would have happened that autumn.) It's funny how fickle the voice and mind can be in the throws of trying to figure how to "support" (or even what that means!), to sing "into the mask" or resonance, to determine the sound before the voice even sounds.

Reading through these notes, I see now just how much he was pushing me. He had only 16 weeks with me. Twice a week. And he threw as much at me as he possibly could in our meetings for me to take with me. Years worth of information and ideas, really. I think he knew there was no possible way for me to understand it all and "make it happen" in those short weeks, but that by passing the tools to me, I'd be able to carry them with me through the years and gradually, they would reveal themselves to me when each was ready.

And for me, these notebooks are now priceless, chronicling a semester of greater musical growth than I ever thought or was able to realize it was. Each portion I read, it is as if I am back in the classroom where my lessons were held; I can recall in my memory every moment and his voice as he said everything. Keys and phrases that form a large portion of my own unique technique that works for me. 

(Also, reading these notes, I am in awe of how perfectly complimentary my lessons with each of my teachers...Lynn, Janos, Jayne...have been and are. They each fit together perfectly in the puzzle that makes up my voice. I know that's a rarity for someone to find, and I'll count that among my blessings! And a wonderful reassurance that I have been/am where I'm meant to be through each step thus far.)


I definitely left a part of my heart in Hungary. Some days, I do wonder what it would've been like if I'd returned -- or simply stayed. Alas, everything happens for a reason, season, and/or lifetime. And somehow, I think that semester, those lessons, teachers, and experiences...were all three. :)

One day, though, I do want to return to sing for Janos and the gang, again. Perhaps, a recital at the Institute may be in order...?? And now, the soprano plots... Muahaha! ;) 
(If anyone feels so inclined to fund this little adventure, I wouldn't be opposed... hehe!)

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"More and more, my role is becoming to help you discover your own unique key to unlock your own unique, special talents. And it is in my hope that I help you find it, and when you return home, you can hold onto it and keep it with you and build upon it." ~Orsolya (my Hungarian piano teacher)

And something I'd heard many times before and a million times since, 

Janos pinpointed me the minute we met:
"I know you don't particularly like coloratura, Samantha, but I know your voice...it has to move, whether you fight it or not. I will push you to do the coloratura. You must do it. Your voice needs to do it." 

We must practice what you don't know. Practicing what we know, although very nice feeling, is not helpful. And practicing what we do not know can be very frustrating and disheartening and difficult, but it is very necessary, very important... First, we need to concentrate on your weaknesses. This I know." ~Janos

"It is said that a person sings 'well' three times a year...two of which are in the bathroom. It rarely happens that it is in the performance. But that does not matter. What matters is that every time you sing you try to do better than your lowest level. The goal is not to sing better than you have in your entire life but to sing above your lowest level. In that, you raise your lowest level which also raises your highest. You never want to sing below your lowest level. That is the goal. It is very important to know. You cannot expect perfection...you won't find it because it cannot happen." ~Janos

"Samantha, you cannot worry about the mistake. If you measure by them, all you will have is a very long list of mistakes. Embrace it. Survive it. And concentrate your thought on what to do, how to do. That is how we must focus our thoughts. Concentrate on 2, 3, 4 things at a time to pay attention to, not all the wrongs to 'fix' because then they will never be fixed." ~Janos

And a quintessential Janos-ism:
"I have bad news...it was quite good!" ;)

Rejoice...greatly?

Well, sadly, that second trip to the Berkshires last week got cancelled. :*(  C'est la vie. It rained there, too, so it probably wouldn't have been that pleasant. And I wouldn't have gotten to have chats and froyo and slurpies and a LONG walk from Cambridge across the Charles to Boston with Edwin! Such fun! :)

It was also good because I had something else I needed to concentrate on this past weekend...

I received an email on Thursday asking if I was available to sing a specific piece for something. And not just any specific piece..."Rejoice, greatly" from Handel's Messiah, aka a giant thorn in the side of most sopranos (...and being a budding lyric coloratura, it's an even more pertinent piece for me to get under my belt...and in an utmost pristine way!)

Fast forward to Friday afternoon when my vocal coach pops his head into my practice room and declares that I have to sing it. I about burst into tears right then and there. Sure, I know the piece because I've worked on it and actually fairly recently in a lesson, but never have I performed it.

Five minutes later, my pianist calls and hears in my voice that I was on the verge of crying. Unfortunately, he had to cancel our meeting that afternoon, but he saved the day by offering to meet with me to help me go through it on Saturday afternoon. Mark is the greatest! I am so thankful to be working with him on my recital over the next year! :)

Fast forward, again, to Tuesday afternoon. "Rejoice, faintly" Day. haha! Of course, my reflux chooses this week to suddenly have an outburst of unexplainable problems, so Lord only knows what sound was going to come from me, let alone flying coloratura that I needed to happen! However, I've learned through previous experiences that most times, I am the only one who knows my reflux is bothering me. Even Jayne is typically shocked when I reveal that I was having a bout because she couldn't hear anything amiss. Reflux can be a demon like that. Thus, I try to rely on my technique and breath rather than aural sensory feedback and can then proceed to "sing over it" in a sense, through a higher vocal placement. (I do have to say, though, that singing in the Wolfinsohn Room at the school is one of my favorites...makes the sound so round thanks to all the resonant wood surrounding you. Mmhmm! So fun!)

And you know what? It actually turned out pretty darn well! It really was rather joyous to sing. :) No, it was certainly not perfect, but that was okay for the intents and purposes for which I was asked to sing this aria. It was also a great opportunity for me to see and measure my progress on this aria and what still needs work before I perform it for the "real deal." In the end, I thanked my vocal coach for "forcing" me to sing it. I needed that push. :) 

School begins in a mere three weeks, and I am so geared up for this year! It's going to be intense but totally wonderful...and with a giant dollop of crazy! ;) Minus the arias I need to come up with for Opera Workshop, most of my repertoire is set and chock full of exciting stuff! My teacher and I couldn't possibly be a more perfect fit, I'm discovering new things and understanding more things in my voice, I have a "business plan," I am already signed up to sing in the first masterclass of the semester, I've been kicking my butt into gear for that darn piano proficiency exam, and there's a recital dress (and shoes!) that I have my eye on... Muahaha! ;) I love my life! I love my school! And I love what I do!

Today, I met with Mark (aka "The Piano Hero" hehe!) to get a jump start on my gigantic music portfolio. He is so wonderful! I had to leave to go to work, but I was having so much fun that I didn't want to go! Can't wait to meet with him, again, next week! :)

My Day in the Berkshires

Yesterday, a few colleagues and I road-tripped to the Berkshires for a day at Tanglewood Music Center. It was absolutely beautiful and perfect! :) Love it! It is definitely on my list of happiest places on earth. So magnificently idyllic and picturesque. And so calming! There's a different sense of time there, too. As my teacher put it, there is something about being away from "worldly distractions" that makes time slow down just a bit.

The music is stunning and creates an atmosphere of sound... All around you will hear notes and voices and tunes drifting through the hills. Such attention and care to the art form. I tried -- but was only in vain -- to convince the colleagues that were with me to ditch the rest of the week and just stay there. But alas, that was merely a pipe dream, as responsibility was calling us back to life in the city.

It was a totally random, spur-of-the-moment trip because another colleague of ours who is studying there this summer scored us some free passes! Three concerts, lots of lazing around on the lawns, trekking through the woods to a private lake, a gorgeous sunset over the Berkshires, and a lot of joy. I certainly didn't want to leave! However, I will be back many, many times in the future (one being this Saturday for another day trip, since our passes last all week! YAY!)...and hope to someday be a fellow there. What a wonderful thing that'd be! :)

Rachael & Brian's Big Day!

A little late, but c'est la vie! ;)

Last Saturday, the lovely Rachael married her "grad school sweetheart," Brian. They are two absolutely wonderful people, so caring and sweet. And what a party! Such good fun with so many beautiful spirits! A million people (I'd never met) from Ohio...Cap grads from yester-years, and Kodaly Institute alums. It's such a small, small world we live in! I'd never met most of these people until that day, but it's like one big family; you feel like you've known them for years the minute you meet them. :) And everyone is connected to everyone else in some way or another!

I spent the day at the hotel with this precious little girl:

Her parents and big brother were in the wedding party, but it was decided that it would be easier for her not to be at the ceremony. So I got the fabulous job of hanging out with her all afternoon! Such a good, sweet baby! :) However, please note: Taking a walk around Beacon Hill with a stroller is not the wisest choice of activities. Those ancient sidewalks were not meant for prams and baby carriers! haha! That was an adventure...

In the evening, everyone returned to the hotel, and the little darling and I joined the party in the ballroom. When I first got upstairs, I walked into the cocktail room with her on my hip, and people from Easter at Rachael and Brian's house were like, "Uhhh...where'd you get the baby...? I mean...you look really good if you had her since Easter..." HAHAHA! Priceless!

Then, Jayne and her husband spotted me across the ballroom with the baby, so we went and said hello. That woman is one of my favorites! :) And it was lovely to meet her husband, too!

Dinner was delicious and included three courses! As their "party favors," Rachael and Brian gave us English Christmas Crackers. (Those two are obsessed with Britain, too! haha!) Inside the crackers were bubbles and mint candies...and paper crowns! What fun!

It was quite the sight to look across the room and see EVERYONE eating, drinking, and laughing, all whilst wearing our colorful new crowns.

When the dancing began, we couldn't be stopped! We danced the evening away. (And it certainly caught up with my body the next day...oy! haha!) Jayne and I even do-si-do-ed randomly! AWESOME! ;)

It was certainly a glorious evening that made me so thankful for all the beautiful people in my life. :)

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In other news, I have had this whole weekend free...and have done absolutely nothing! haha! Lovely to be lazy sometimes, but it always makes me feel a bit guilty for not being a "productive member of society."  And watching everyone be so successful in the Olympics, while I just sit and watch feels sort of out of balance!  Let's get real: Michael Phelps is 27 years old, has 22 medals, and is "retiring." That certainly can't make the nearly 25 year old sitting here feel under-accomplished! haha!

It's stiflingly hot, and I don't really want to go out and battle the tourists and crowds of people everywhere...but I also should leave the apartment for awhile!

Also...I have totally fallen in love with a recital dress. I want it! I need it! I gotta have it! haha! I know, I know...it's so early for that. BUT the program has been set and in the beginning stages of being learned. There needs to be a trip to try this beauty on when I visit home at the end of the month!!! GAH! Obsessed! =D

(Oh yeah...on a totally unpremeditated whim the other day, I booked tickets for a "surprise" visit home for my nephew's 4th birthday! Shhh! Don't tell him! It is definitely the weekend before I begin classes, again, so I'll be getting back to Boston approximately 18 hours before I have class...because I am basically crazy! haha!)

Victory!

I did it! Business plan written! (Alright, alright...it is still totally missing vision and mission statements, but we will just mark those as "works-in-progress." haha!) After I finished my last blog post, I was kind of tired, and even though I was so excited about writing, I kind of just wanted to take a nap and watch TV the rest of the day. But then, I found a lovely little template that Bill must've given me upon our first meeting in December, and the info for my business plan just zoomed onto the pages. It is now off in cyberspace, visiting the computers of a few mentors.

I've had a rather productive few days! I feel like I am in charge of my career and making this happen for real. Only time will tell, but I'm already on this crazy boat, so let's keep on rolling! ;)

On a quick side note, I am reading a book on King George VI and Lionel Logue right now (I am slightly obsessed with British royalty...and I just find his story so fascinating: it's the beginnings of speech therapy!), and I found this quote in the book this afternoon:

"Time and money spent in improving the voice pay a larger interest than any other investment." ~William Gladstone 

All that school debt I have and am acquiring now seems to have far more justification! hehe! ;)

Go, Go, Gadget Productivity!

This morning, I kick-started my day with a brilliant webinar and conference call with the ever-supportive and informative Bill Bennett. (Just a little shout-out and GIANT THANK-YOU to Bill for all your time, guidance, and PATIENCE! I appreciate it through-and-through! ...And thanks for dragging me along and forcing me to stop avoiding this ordeal of "business plans.")

I was first introduced to Bill at a seminar given at my conservatory in December. Since then, he has helped me to revise and tweak my resume and such. I am so thankful to have such wonderful, invaluable resources and encouraging guidance in my life.

I now have 7 pages of notes in hand and am jazzed up to write my business plan. (I think I ought to do it now while the productivity juices are rolling, too!) I've been given a week deadline, which is exactly the kick I need to conquer this task, which usually sparks stress, tension, and slight panic. However, those feelings have been eased. Time to get creative! ;)

And if I learned nothing else--which, of course, I absolutely did!!!--I learned how to mute my phone (obviously, this chick isn't the most "techie" girl out there because I definitely had to google that one... haha!), the ability to use like five technologies at once, and discovered even more web-based resources for singing research.

P.S. Bill, if you ever need a focus group for the user-friendliness of your new software version, count me in! (See above comment on technologically-ineptness!)

Thoughts from Upside Down

This afternoon, I had the great privilege of singing art songs with a prospective collaborative pianist. He and I met for a brief rehearsal prior to performing for a handful of professors. He was a lovely young man, and it was a joy to collaborate on two pieces, a Debussy and a Brahms. The Brahms had especial depth and emotion...despite my few unanticipated breaths I ended up taking! How fascinating! ;)  What struck me closest to the heart, though, was what he said at the end of our rehearsal. He said, "You have a very nice voice...and a great personality, especially for a singer! Not at all like the singers I normally have to work with."

I was flattered by his compliment, but even more so, I was startled by the reminder of how so many singers come across to others. How so many musicians or people, in general, come across to others! It's a rather upsetting reality. Why can't we all just be nice to each other and work together to bring the life and spirit of this beautiful repertoire of music off the page into the world around us?

There isn't a place in the music for big egos. Nor in life, really. That's never what it's been about. We, musicians, are here to share, not to show. It is our job to give, not take. Compliments are a lovely bonus, but that isn't our purpose for creating music. If you are in it for the "Fame" and "Glory," then it will always be superficial (and it's probably time to rethink your career choices...). We are indebted to the music, not the other way around. Granted, it is a difficult balance when you need to "sell yourself" or impress during an audition or competition. Yet, I feel that you impress more upon their thoughts when you offer a true and sincere performance.

Okay, I will step off my soap box for now. But I can't promise this soprano will turn right-side up, again, just yet... ;)

:)

Boston HarborFest

Just a few photos from some little explorations around town last week. ;) I really need to start using my camera, again. My ipod camera just isn't as good.

Mysteries of Time

Today, I went to put on my watch, only to find that it had stopped a few minutes short of some 7 o'clock hour. I thought, "Hmm. How fascinating. Oh, well," and set it aside. Yet, I couldn't help picking it up, again, trying to reset it...and then wondering if it was a "sign." No, I wouldn't say I am particularly superstitious, but I'll admit I do believe in signs...fate. The 30 seconds that followed found me staring at the watch and thinking of one of my favorite Billy Joel tunes, "Vienna."

And all this just a day or so after I was on the brink of booking a plane ticket to Europe without any pre-thought. The only thing that inevitably stopped me was the realization of, "And with WHAT imaginary money am I going to pay for this?!" Damn you, money!

For some, it's the winter blues. For me, it happens in the summertime. Social life is slow, jealousy is abound for those that get to travel and explore, inspiration is slightly short-circuited, funds are low, patience are thin, grouchiness from the heat sets it, eyes are heavy with fatigue (although, that is really nothing new! ha!), mind is fogged with worry.  But for what? I have what I need. Maybe not everything that I want, but what I need is the important part. Or is it? I saw a quote yesterday that money can buy happiness...not in material things, but in experiences. The disappointing reality of that is you actually have to have the expense account to pay for those experiences.

I also read in Metro News the same day that there is no more "9 to 5 workday." Instead, people are constantly working, thanks to technology. Most people will have checked/responded to work email by 7am, be in the office earlier than the required 9am, stay later than 5 pm, then take work home and can receive work-related calls up till 9pm (and judging by the number of class emails sent out by my professors after midnight, it can extend even later). So we are workaholics. Is money really worth that much? I understand survival (believe me..."starving artist" here! haha!), but our society is obsessed with making money. And when that money is made, it's never enough. So then we become selfish and greedy.

Life is short. If next week were it, would it have been worth it to have spent our time trying to save a penny...or livin' it up? I'm sure all this is just coming from someone who hasn't had an actual vacation in a long time...and the rest, from a girl who is afraid of letting life pass her by just because she doesn't have a glorious trust fund to finance her adventures. An unattached dreamer that can do anything she wants...with only one thing stopping her.

Yes, there is something to be said about being content where you are, and I am...but it isn't always roses and gumdrops. Those roses still have thorns for pricking, and gumdrops still get stuck in your teeth. We all need a break now and again, too.

The funny thing about this whole spiel is that I just finished re-reading conductor Ben Zander's' book The Art of Possibility. It is one of my favorites. Beautifully-written and very truthful. He and his wife wrote it together. I read it around sophomore year of college and recently decided to pull it out, again. The whole book, they discuss creating possibility instead of a downward spiral of defeat and discouragement, the danger of taking oneself too seriously, etc., etc., etc. I could spend the rest of the day quoting the book on here. I mean, there is a whole giant chapter on "being with the way things are." Nonetheless, I continually find myself turning a "downward spiral" into a happy tune of possibility. (I know, that sounds totally cheesy, but read the book, and you'll understand what I mean.)

The truth is, I am a very lucky girl. And I have so many wonderful people in my life. There's a lot of crap in my life, but who doesn't have that to deal with, too?! Of course, I would drop everything in an instant to go traveling for a couple of weeks, but until that can happen, I'll walk down the street singing this song. ;) 
(And a glass--or two--of  wine can never hurt! hehe!)

Back to Business

Alright, seriously. This whole avoiding-it-because-I'm-really-behind-due-to-procrastination-to-begin-with thing is just not acceptable! Let's try this speed-bolt catching up deal once more...

I spent a lovely week at home in PA, hanging out with family and such. Not doing much of anything. (And that was pretty glorious!) The hi-speed internet implementation didn't help me "disappear" from the planet like I typically do on purpose when I go back to the country, though.

It turned into "Reunion Week" or something, too. Everywhere I went I was seeing people I haven't seen in YEARS, like since high school. Most of them were not from high school (Praise the Lord!) but from life during my high school days. It was always a wonder who I'd run into next! haha! (Admittedly, though, I did not run into the one particular person from high school to whom I'd love to finally give a piece of my mind. I'm not a mean, vicious diva or anything of that sort, but I've certainly theorized about the ways that one particular conversation would go the day that does happen...and it won't be pretty!)

I had lunch with my dear friends Torri, Garrett, and their mom, and a campfire with my family and a family from the community theatre. Such fun! And alas, my camera was ignored on yet another trip home. I need to get back to taking pictures, but at least, I experienced the moments first-hand. :)

When all was said and done for the week, Mom, Becca, my grandpa, and I packed up the car and set out for the "glamorous" road-trip from PA to Boston...in torrential rain storms. Wahoo! haha! It was actually kind of fun and passed by fairly quickly. They stayed for a couple days, one of which I had to work, and the other, I took Becca and Mom downtown and around school. I think Becca was sufficiently overwhelmed by "city life," but even though she'll deny it, she enjoyed every minute. ;) And I will probably never live down the fact that I accidentally got us on the wrong train during rush hour...and probably only the third time I've ever done that in any time I've been here!

Photos compliments of Becca...

Then, sadly, they had to leave. :( Since then, I've been working, cleaning, practicing, and being caught in rainy days and random downpours that have been happening out of the blue. Oh, New England! You weren't named so because they couldn't think up a more original name...but because the weather is the same! hehe! I don't really mind much, though. I'm glad to have a little bit of the England in "New" England. ;)

Oh, and before I left PA, we taught Xander how to call me on Skype from his iPod...I think we've created a monster! Ha! He'll call up 7 times in a row, just so he can hang up again only because he can. Ridiculous, kid! You take after your Aunt Sam. ;)