move over susan graham

as i was sitting here at work (between running around the office like a faggy little chicken with her head cut off), thinking what to blog, what to blog, it struck me that something new and good has happened in my life (besides michael): i've been singing again.

there's nothing like working an office job 40 hours a week and having no musical prospects on the horizon to make you really feel like you wasted 50 thousand dollars on a master's degree. for instance, yesterday i printed and stamped 200 postcards, then stuffed those 200 postcards into 200 envelopes along with 200 letters. for two hours. this is how i use the education i got at the venerable peabody conservatory. i stuff envelopes.

lately, though, because of friends (hilary, george) and choir directors (tom, david lawrie), i now have a total of four fairly major gigs in the next seven weeks: two recitals, a new music festival, and a bach motet. sweet. now when i go home and practice it doesn't feel quite so much like i'm just singing to the neighbors. the last time i sung in public, outside of church, was a year ago. i've seriously been feeling like why do i need to practice? it's not like i'm singing to teenage asthmatics.

for now, though, i have a few new goals, a little more focus. ride the wave.