Today, I donned a clean white shirt, went downtown and signed on at a temp agency. 41 words a minute, they said. Probably something for me to do behind a desk within the week, they said. I hope so, for I am broke and desolate of opportunity here in Seattle. I am putting together an early music concert proposal for later this year, and I hope I can get a little grant for it. I want to sing something meaningful and storyful. Who cares if they listen? Okay, I do. But in the meantime, there is still practice for me. And hopefully answering phones for some office or another. Maybe there will be a shiny elevator or an amusing hand dryer. "Ulla, go to work!"
The other thing pressing itself to the surface of my sluggish mind is an idea I have for a concert back in Salt Lake later this summer: French Song from Those Painted Cave Bison to Jacques Brel , and Everything In Between! Yeah, maybe just from the
troubadours on. But wouldn't that be a kick? (I'm talking to YOU, Miss Anna.)
Other than mein Sturm und Drang, I have enjoyed the the ballet, in particular. All Stravinsky. The Balanchine pieces were wonderful. There was also a solo dance to Sacre du Printemps, scrubbed of Stravinsky's intention- not a bad thing in itself, but the dance got pretty tedious. An amazing feat of endurance, to be sure, but
to what end? Loving the music, I missed the spectacle and the story.
So anyway, I miss everybody, wonder if I will last in the big city, and really like it when you all email me.
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Can't wait to catch your concert in SLC later in the summer! 18 days till the wedding yeah!
You can read our story on my blog but grab some pop corn it takes a while. Invitaions coming this week
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