goodbye Norton….

31 10 2009

Heard today on KVMR that local harmonica player, Norton Buffalo, lost his fight with cancer last night.  It had gone to his lungs, then on to his brain.  I last saw him in Winters at the Palms Theater with George Kahumoku and a few other Hawaiians.  It was the last concert my mom ever attended, too. I know I wrote about that concert a few months ago.

Norton was a mere 57 years of age as his life ended this time around.  An energetic man, an unsung hero, emmy winning musician who lived a simple life in Paradise — yes, there is a town named that not far from here.

Goodbye, Norton.  I’ll miss you, even though I hardly knew ye.

Doing considerable prep for the trip to Washington state in a few weeks.  Turns out I’ll be doing an extended trunk show as well as a talk to one of the classes there.  I find it exciting that the owner of the store wants to put an article about me in the local paper!  It’s a tiny town, but it’s fun.

So that I don’t have to buy things while there, I will be sending several of the fabrics and other items up earlier by UPS or some such carrier.  That should relieve me of having two luggage bags to carry on the plane.  I will probably also send my clothing, and keep the fabrics, some clean undies, and a clean outfit with me.  An adventure.

It’s 6:39pm and already dark outside.  That means tomorrow it will be dark at 5:30pm.  Not something I relish, as I’m trying to do at least one errand each evening after work — which now doesn’t end until 4pm.

Off to answer some emails.  It’s cold in here tonight.  I’ll make some hot tea and toast.  Mmmm…. that sounds good.

Bye, Norton

 





Ok…. now I’m ticked off

21 10 2009

Just watched a bit of the new kid on the block down south who insists upon standing up in front of the LA Philharmonic, and doing contortions greater than Bernstein or Ozawa could ever imagine!  He will learn his craft there with a reasonably attentive orchestra, and leave them wondering what happened — in about 10 years.  Why do the boards of directors and orchestras choose these flappers?  Tickets, honey, tickets.

Now, I know that television is not the best way to listen to a Mahler Symphony, but heck if I get totally bored with knowing the sound governor at every known triple f (fortississimo!) will cause the set to nearly lose the sound, why can’t the PBS or whomever is doing the recording… a world of experience at their fingertips…. get with the program.  The sound was wretched.  The orchestra was good when allowed to be good and loud.  The tv sound, however, left a considerable amount to be desired.

Should I even mention the camera work.  How many times do I have to see the pinched face of the oboe player playing a solo and the flute player…. I won’t even go into it.  There are so many shots I would have absolutely loved to have seen — one good shot from mid audience… the entire orchestra and not just the second violins.  Great shot of bass player in the big solo, and the wonderful trumpets — especially the principal — and the horns who were worth the whole wait until the end of the Mahler.

After playing in orchestras here, there, and everywhere for many years, I am totally opinionated about conductors (having been married to one for several years) as well as orchestral players, individual playing, ensemble playing, audience reaction — not a smile in the most lovely of all landlers ……  and who cares what Tom Hanks thinks.

Sure, Gustavo will bring in a herd of children who will end up being the next generation of orchestral players, and who will most likely become what an old friend calls recovering symphony players who go into doo wop acapella singing, or venture into oboe improvisation… you know orchestral playing is a mighty thing, but there are too many rules, the first of which is that you have to follow the person wagging the stick in front of the group.

Now I know it’s bedtime.

Stay tuned.  This critic stuff is kinda fun!  You know, I listened without viewing for a bit, and realized just how many rehearsal hours in full orchestra and sectionals, how much time in practice alone was represented on that stage.  I would not dissuade anyone from being a part of the music world….. just as I held my words as the kid next door droned on while listening to accompanying music? on the headphones — the other day well, night actually outside the apartment door.  I never want to be the one to discourage anyone about their vocal abilities and other such skills.

Oh yes, I thought it fascinating that when the announcer — was it Andy Garcia?– mentioned that Gustavo, wunderkind, was in demand round the world, he spoke of every major city that has a major orchestra EXCEPT London.  Hmm…. is this reminiscent of the previous wunderkind, the now Sir Simon Rattle who currently conducts the Berlin Philharmonic… see, he too learned his craft and moved on to one of the greatest.  My prediction is that Gustavo will be in Vienna before long.  Maybe even before his hair turns grey, as has Sir Simon’s.

I remember a long time ago, while watching the BBC in England, a young miss of 12 was interviewed as having been one of the first 12-year-olds to have completed a degree at Cambridge or somewhere like that.  The interviewer asked her what it was like to be a genius.  Her response was something like Sir, I’m not a genius yet.  Right now I am ordinary.  I will become a genius when I have done something no one else has done before me.  Wonder where she is now.

Later……..





part of the plan…..

19 10 2009

I have been a virtual recluse from Friday evening through Monday morning when I had to end my reclusive state to go to my workplace.  There, I continued my state, which some may call self-contained.  Made it through until nearly 4pm when I gathered my belongings and returned to my tiny, cramped abode.  Wish I could rip out these carpets and have wood or bamboo flooring.  The carpets hide so many icky things, I can hardly think of it without getting slightly ill.  Even my really good vacuum cleaner doesn’t have the oomph to get out all of the stuff left behind by people since the last carpet change.  I understand you get your place painted and new carpet when you sign another year’s lease after the first one.  I might just make it through the first one.

Please keep me here.  I am here temporarily.  I know that.  I can tolerate all that needs tolerance for another few months.

No beadwork tonight.  Going to rest the eyes after a day of fluorescent lighting.  My workspace has insufficient lighting for the space.  None of the choices is good.  Experimentation starts tomorrow.

Eye resting time.

Tomorrow I continue my origami crane-making venture.  It’s part of the plan.  An easy way for me to see the days as they pass on to finishing work, rather than big X’s on a calendar.  We’ll see.  One crane a day.  I like it.

Later………..





s’been a while…

16 10 2009

since I’ve felt like this.  I have no feelings about anything, except that I miss my mom.  She’s been gone nearly three months. All of the disagreements, bad blood between us, have dissipated into the ethers.  Her spirit finds me.  I know she is ok, but still, in the back of her mind she worries just a tiny bit about us…. some of us more than others.  She is whole again…. she can see others.  She is weightless, as she has always wished.

I’ve been a week in my new workspace, meeting people I have known only through emails, phone calls and the like, as well as getting reacquainted with others.  It’s ok.

Going to rest in my bedroom.  Perhaps I’ll feel something tomorrow.

Later………





plum tuckered out….

11 10 2009

Yep, that’ll be me.  My eyes have seen way too many beads being applied to ‘labyrinth’ today.  Time to close them for the night, and wish for a maximum of one waking (including bathroom visit) at maybe 2 or 3am.  That seems to be the time when I throw off the covers (sheet and comforter) due to sweating, then awaken because I’m actually quite cold.  Tonight I return to tank top and me drawers to see if I can do anything to control the situation.

We’ll see, won’t we!

Watched the original A Love Affair the b&w film from the 30s with Irene Dunne and Charles Boyer — I can see why he was such a stunner in his day.  Wow…. so subtle you almost had to fill in the plot lines yourself.  How daring, yet with so much left to the imagination.  Loved it.  TCM followed it with the remake by same director 18 years later.  I couldn’t even watch.  It was blatant and comedic with Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr.  Made it through 10 minutes before I turned it off.

Check here for a short clip:

http://www.tcm.com/mediaroom/index/?cid=213438

Night all…..





most forgetful person in town….

11 10 2009

That’s me.  I went out to Target this morning for the one item I needed to make the household tick.  I got some shampoo, a couple of empty bottles for the plane ride up (but now that I think of it, I think I’ll go shopping on the Saturday after I get there), a lightweight water repellent jacket (40% off not at Target), a couple of other things that were 40% off, lunch, and finally after a big burp as a result of the lovely sandwich and drink I had for lunch…… drat……. remembered that I had gone out to get toilet paper.

And in my house, when you’re on the last roll, you seriously consider and usually do go back out to get it as soon as lunch has digested!

I am sure that I’m the only one in the universe who does that, right?

I find stores such as Target so big and filled with shiny objects, that I usually end up with things I neither want nor need. This time it worked out fine.  I think it’s because I now have to cram my errands into fewer hours each week.

Rest time.  Then beading time again.

Doesn’t that just get you in the gut?!

Later………….





six months of temporality…

10 10 2009

In a couple of days, I will be at my 6 month point living in a swell apartment here in town.  Ok, so you detect a tiny sardonic attitude?  For sure, dear ones.  The only reason I haven’t noticed the time passing is because I am stuck into the fabric piece which for now will be termed ‘the labyrinth’.  I am down to the beading of the central portion, and the corners.  Probably will finish next weekend.  Since I’ve been doing a 40 hour work week, I no longer have that third day of each weekend to concentrate on art only.

I feel as though I’ve been fighting some sort of illness for several weeks…. periodic low grade fever, oh I don’t even want to go into it.  At 9:03pm, I was so hot that I tore off all of my clothing and sat there naked, doing the beading.  Didn’t get much cooler, so came to computer room and turned on the portable fan.

So yesterday, I finally started to work at the new building…. well, new to me.  Haven’t worked over there since I was a temp in another department.  It will be fine.  I haven’t started counting down the days yet, but it won’t be long.

My eyes are tired and need to close for tonight.  Perhaps a few minutes of tv in the bedroom, followed by lots of snoozing. Still searching for that elusive uninterrupted sleep-filled night.  Perhaps soon.  Finally took a tylenol tonight, to see if the muscle pain in my back could be eased or stopped with the drug. Yippee, skippee…. that was about an hour ago and there’s no pain, no periodic spasm.  Now if I could just find that repetitive motion that’s making the pain occur in the first place.  I’ll figure it out.

Only a few more things to settle before I go to Port Townsend in November.  To check luggage, to do only a carry on, to send sewing and other supplies on ahead to the place so that it will be there when I arrive….. it will all happen most likely through next week.

Catch Michael Buble’s new CD if you can.  Here’s track from there:

He’s so damn cute!