August 7, 2005 @ 5:45 PM
I’ve just returned from rehearsal and I’m absolutely wacked. I had grand plans to spend a long evening writing and blogging, but nearly four hours of singing rehearsals have put paid to that. So—just enough here to get it down and then recap and expand tomorrow.
The first week working on The Balcony is done. So far we have been concentrating on the music that’s an integral part of the show. A tremendous electrical storm and an ark-floating rain blew the lights in the rehearsal hall. We sang a Gregorian chant in the dark. I stepped out of the group to listen and it sent chills up my spine.
Sing enough of that stuff and you’d be ready for holy orders.
Of course I decided to ride the bike today and forgot to take luggage off the tank. I had to spend an hour or more drying it out after a wet-ass ride home. Two hours in a torrential rain didn’t keep the F650cs from starting. Cough once, cough twice, then thump thump thump.
A quick note about what’s to come from The Data Port. Won’t say any more about it here except that Foothills readers should prepare themselves for the return of the Curmudgeon. Part of my plan for The Data Port is a regular column to appear every Friday beginning in September.
