Good morning, all! I'm working on a new choral-dance piece and I have no more 14-stave paper, which is my favorite paper for doing NYCGMC charts. Adding insult to injury, the music papewr company no longer makes it, so I need to settle on new score paper this morning. I handle change badly in my work habits.
Beyond that, I have to go to my producer's office, write three new measures for Judy Kaye to cross a stage, have brunch with friends coming in from New Jersey, and haul myself back here to dig out all of the music I need for this medley.
TOD: electives? I had an English class in folklore that was so much fun I almost changed majors. I also remember a wonderful class in 20th Century French authors which introduced me to Malraux, Camus, Gide, and Saint-Exupery beyond Le Petit Prince. Plays included Sartre's "Les Mouches," Anouilhs "Romeo et Jeannette," and something by Giraudoux, but I've forgotten which one now. I had read several of his plays in English like "The Madwoman of Chaillot," "Tiger at the Gates," "The Enchanted," "Ondine," and "Amphitryon 38," but I have no memory of the one for the French class. Oy!