Good morning, all! Today I finish up the chart for Ashley Brown. I sat down and looked over what I'd scored last night and decided I disliked a lot of it, so today comsists of scoring the last 50 bars and revising the first 100. I think some of it's fine and some can definitely use a bit of rewriting and thinning.
I have a Men's Chorus reheatsal tonight at Riverside Church at 7:00, and I believe I shall take a copy of Twiggy's LONDON PRIDE recording and give it to Joanna Gleason, since we were talking about period singers and friends who sang last Wednesday. She's been working with the Chorus for several years now as stage director, and she's quite lovely.
DR Adrianna, the photos were wonderful and you always look glamorous in my book so all I saw was another beautiful photo of you.
DR Dakotacelt, you wrote last night:
Am I over reacting to think that it is rather rude for co-workers, especially those I work with not even to acknowledge my loss?
When my dad died in February, I received neither cards, acknowledgments, nor phone calls from anyone in the Packard Humanities Institute, for whom I've worked the past six years, or from my group of music librarians with whom I've attended a monthly dinner for the past 100 years. And, yes, my feelings were hurt a great deal by it. My immediate co-workers in the Toyland office were wonderful, but I was surprised at the lack of response from the Big Man himself or the California office. As to a group of librarians I've considered buddies for years, I was quite a bit shocked.
TOD:
THE STUDENT PRINCE
NOSFERATU
SUNRISE
THE THIEF OF BAGDAD
PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
