Last night I had my first experience at the American Theater in Hampton. The theater itself is beautiful and old. The turnout was disappointing pathetic. Fill-a-seat Hampton Roads even gave away tickets and I doubt that half the theater was filled. It makes me sigh at how the Cultural Arts are dwindling. Or are they? Well, this is not a post about that so let's move on.
We went to see the above mentioned concert. Let me preface by saying I am not a big "flute" fan. Perhaps it is because I used to play it (elementary through middle school). I don't know why but I used to be embarrassed by the blowing into the mouthpiece. Also, no guys played the flute (meet Miss Tomboy) and so the flute represented every thing I despised: frills, femininity, awkwardness, and the color pink (I am unsure why the color pink fits in here but when I think flute, pink is its aura). I disliked its high pitched timbre also. As part of the symphony, I do believe the flute is as integral and necessary as the french horn, the bass, and the percussion section but on its own? Well, it's just not my cup of tea but it came up as one of our free events on fill-a-seat and we were available. So we went.
Eugenia Zukerman, Flute
Eugenia Zukerman is just a wisp of a thing. It was hard to imagine she had enough wind to propel through her instrument but she did it and she did it beautifully. I did not rush home to find all things "flute soloist" via Google, but I did gain an appreciation for the sound of the instrument. In part, I give credit to the back-up trio. Is it fair to call the Jacques Thibaud String Trio backup. Probably not. They carried the concert performing as a trio and as accompaniment to her.
This Jacques Thibaud String Trio (I say this because I am unsure this is the original trio or the only trio as evidenced by the images on Google) consists of Burkhard Maiss (Berlin), Violin, Hannah Stribos (Amsterdam), Viola, and Bogdan Jianu (Romania), Cello.
I noticed some things about the Berliner. (1) He has this fantastically curly hair (as you can see in the image above). His hair was messy and disheveled yet not. That sentence is reminiscent of how he described the piece the trio did by Jean Francaix, String Trio. He said it is funny yet not, not quite tonal but not atonal either. Yes, that is how his hair was. I am embarrassed to admit I spent a bit of time wondering how he got his hair to look that way. (2) He wore a wedding band (neither of the others did). This, in itself, is nothing but it set me to thinking of his spouse. Was she in Berlin alone, waiting for his return? Does she have any idea what his life is like while he is away? Do they talk every night? At the time I was having this thought it was 9 p.m. our time which I believe is 3 a.m. Berlin time. Was she resting peacefully? Such strange musings during such a lovely concert.
What did I noticed about the Trio? They watched each other constantly, looking for clues as to when to enter the piece, the tempo, the intensity. They smiled during the piece by Jean Francaix, even chuckling. The song did make me smile and really, would you have thought classical music could have a sense of humor? Their faces reflected the mood of the music: stern, intense, romantic, silly. Their instruments were used, weathered, dented, scarred, battered which was in stark contrast to Ms. Zukerman's flute which was blindingly brilliant. It was evident to me, all three love their craft.
The evening held: Franz Shubert - Flute Quartet in G Minor; Ludwig Van Beethoven - String Trio in C Minor, Opus 9 No. 3; Jean Francaix - String Trio; Carl Philipp Emanuel Bach - Duo For Flute and Violin; Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Flute Quartet in D Major. Their encore was by Johann Sebastian Bach, Air On A G-string. Enjoy it below:
A short walk around Oak Grove Community Lake yesterday morning has convinced me that Fall is on its way! The air is still muggy and a bit oppressive but it is cooler, just the faintest bit cooler. In the trees lining our sliver of the marsh I also spotted red leaves, surely an undisputed sign of Fall!
I wait with certainty. Soon. Very soon.
I am a vegetarian; however, the rest of my clan are meat-eaters. I have adopted a new tradition in my household: Meatless Monday on Wednesday. Once upon a time, in the not so distant past, I didn't believe I could survive a day or enjoy a meal that did not include meat. Certain folks in my household feel the same way so I pride myself on finding recipes that all the nay-sayers find irresistible. Stacked Cauliflower Enchilada with Green Chile Sauce (pictured to the left) from the Gourmet Vegetarian Slow Cooker Cookbook was one of those meals. It was spicy, cheesy, and the cauliflower was cooked to tender perfection. There were no leftovers. This is a meal I will make again.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Bartimaeus discovered the marsh today...at low tide. All the dirt on the
towel came off his front feet only which led us to believe only a bath would do.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
My puppy is a lover of Zen. He believes in destinationless walking, idleness, and loves to stop often to smell...er...eat the flowers.
On Sunday, March 25, 2012 my mother, Mitch and I attended Wicked at the Chrysler Hall. What a wonderful and entertaining musical. It is the story of Glinda the Good and the Wicked Witch of the West before the Wizard of Oz happened. Our little green witch is portrayed as misunderstood and victimized, set up and betrayed. It was a good twist and had a happy ending.
Saturday, March 24, 2012, Mitch and I attended Little Theater of Norfolk's production of Five Women Wearing the Same Dress with his co-worker, Kristin, and her beau, Donnie. Prior to the show we dined at Orapax. Orapax does not have a very vegetarian friendly menu; however, I do adore their Zorba's pizza. I get the 6" which is the perfect size for me. Of course, our meal is always accompanied by a pitcher of Killian's Red.
Regarding the play, I took this from Little Theater of Norfolk's website: "During an ostentatious wedding reception at a Knoxville, Tennessee, estate, five reluctant, identically clad bridesmaids hide out in an upstairs bedroom, each with her own reason to avoid the proceedings below. They are Frances, a painfully sweet but sheltered fundamentalist; Mindy, the cheerful, wise-cracking lesbian sister of the groom; Georgeanne, whose heartbreak over her own failed marriage triggers outrageous behavior; Meredith, the bride's younger sister whose precocious rebelliousness masks a dark secret; and Trisha, a jaded beauty whose die-hard cynicism about men is called into question when she meets Tripp, a charming bad-boy usher to whom there is more than meets the eye. As the afternoon wears on, these five very different women joyously discover a common bond in this wickedly funny, irreverent and touching celebration of the women's spirit."
I enjoyed the play but found it dragged a wee bit once they introduced the bad-boy Tripp into the mix.
Mitch and I attended a St. Patty's Day get together at my dearest friend, Jennifer's, fine home. She had food galore; deviled eggs, pulled pork, chicken wings, and a slew of other delicious yummies that I couldn't partake in, being vegetarian and all. She is baking more of something loaded with much fat and yumminess and it splashed in the oven. I say, "Jen, your oven is on fire." She replies, "No, it's not." I stare at the flames and think (through my Jungle Juice buzz), "that looks like a fire to me." I say, "Yeah, it is." She finally turns around and sees that yes, there truly is a fire starting to rage in her oven. Her niece, little Sadie who is 5 or so, says to her mother, "Is that how we cook in the oven?" Jennifer calmly opens the oven, takes out the three large pans of goodies and says, "Hmmmm, I know it's not flour, or baking powder. Baking soda. Yes, baking soda." She only has a bit and it takes care of some flames but others quickly replace those squelched by the soda. We call on Buddy, her Uncle who was also a fireman at one time, who put the fire out without a thought. Later Jen says, "I am never going to live this down." Nope. I have now posted it on this blog for posterity's sake
Angie came over today and she and I took Bartimaeus for his first walk around Oak Grove Community Lake. It is a mile and a half and my little trooper made it about one then he flopped over on his back and allowed, yes, I said ALLOWED me to carry him the rest of the way. It was beautiful out, warm (probably close to 70 degrees) with just the right amount of breeze. It was the perfect day.
I don't have a picture of this actual event but the one here gives you a general idea of Bartimaeus' posture. We walked Bartimaeus today after puppy obediance school which is filled with excitement and new smells and his best puppy buddy, Omar. At the very last leg of our walk, in the middle of the street he flopped over on his back in complete surrender. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen & I ended up carrying him home.
FlyLady is helping me transform my home. In three fifteen minute periods, I purged all the expired spices, I combined all the duplicates I could, and I organized them alphabetically. I am overjoyed at the simplicity of finding what I need when I cook now!
Crash is completely convinced he will never love, like, tolerate the black scourge we have brought into his life. He spends a lot of time on things, high things, but soon I am afraid little Bartimaeus will be able to mount these things. What is a poor cat to do?
Well, here it is January 11th and I have broken many of my thought about (but not too seriously)resolutions. I have not blogged everyday. I have not written those long over due letters, nor have I sent out my Christmas cards...from 2011...yet. I have not lost a pound. I have not saved a cent. I have not caught up on my email or my Facebook happenings. I have not chosen a career, found my passion, saved the world, saved myself even.
I have done a couple of things I did not resolve to do. I have kicked up my workout routine (yay me!). I have made a menu every week for the last three weeks and have hired a friend to cook those meals for me once a week. Clean eating, definitely the way to go. I got a dog. Well, I picked one out but he is too young to bring home yet. January 25th is that big day.
(Ain't he the cutest thing?) We have dubbed said dog: Bartimaeus the Black. And even though we don't have possession of him he already has several nicknames: Barty, Bart, Black Bart and there are probably more that I don't remember. I will always call him Bartimaeus. I think the name fits. I have found a couple of classes I would like to take at our local community college: web design and nutrition. Maybe they will lead me toward a new direction in my life. There has to be something I love to do, right?
As you can see it has been a busy eleven days, trying on the newest version of me. You know, the one raring to go in 2012. I am going to pass on the resolution making this time around. Maybe next year.
