November 19, 2024

Small muddy footprints mark the marauding of raccoons across the yellow tile of my east porch. 

Picked up my Christmas cards at the printer. They look good.

Maestro D took rehearsal for Messiah last night, this being concert week. I remember thinking him cute when I worked with him before. This time I thought he was ravishing. Fully a third of rehearsal time during the past months was taken up with K explaining and imposing an eccentric interpretation of the work, which he then enforced by stopping everything full stop and making the same correction, literally ten times a night. The first thing Maestro did was throw all that out and bid us sing according to the actual flow of the music. One might have seen that coming. But it had the effect of our starting in some senses from the beginning. Long night.