This has certainly been an interesting week. You know, what with the beginning of spring term and all. And one or two other things.
I picked up an unexpected souvenir in New York. In addition to experiencing brain-bashing cold the likes of which I have not encountered since the New Jersey days, I managed to bring a virus home with me. Fortunately it did not make its presence known until the day after the concert, but I swear on the last part of my flight home I was terrified that my eardrums would rupture my head was so congested. (This happened to a colleague of mine at a previous institution. She plays the cello, so I guess she recovered fully from the damage, but still – not something one wants to have happen.) So between the cold and the cold medicine I was in a fairly zombielike state on Friday. I intend to sleep for most of this weekend, but I’m going to try to work in Vivaldi’s Orlando Furioso and maybe some Berg.
And I have a bit of a dilemma. Our music department has a singer in residence this year, an opera singer, who is giving a recital at our performing arts center on Sunday. But since I guess the organizers were worried that opera music might not fill the concert hall, she’s doing a program that’s mainly show tunes and Great American Songbook type stuff, which isn’t usually my thing. So I am on the fence about going. But my colleague who resembles Andrew Manze sent out an impassioned email on Thursday asking us all to go to this concert because the university orchestra will accompany her, and ticket sales go to support scholarships for music students . . . and I guess I’m going, aren’t I. So much for the dilemma.