Saturday, June 21, 2008

Post-Concert Blues & Heat Wave



“Ah, Sunflower,
Weary of time…..”
William Blake


Well, the much-anticipated June 8 concert went well, and was well attended (in spite of the competition from the many early summer activities in the area, including the world-famous Ojai Music Festival).

I wish to thank my entire crew of singers and instrumentalists for their talent and dedication, as well the First United Methodist Church of Venture for providing the beautiful setting.

Special thanks to Dianna Burdick from making this happen. From our first meeting looking for an aria from Norma at Wright Library through the final Sunday performance with four singers, two fine Los Angeles string players, and me apprehensively on piano, it’s been a genuine pleasure working with and getting to know you (and everyone).

You really made it happen, Dianna, and have become a wonderful, understanding friend as well. I’m more grateful than I can say for both your talent and friendship.

Thanks of course also to Molly, Steve, Philip, and Maksim, and Linda for her invaluable vocal supervision and inspiration.

So, in spite of the inevitable post-concert doldrums (tempered with a bit of relief) we move
Into the Future and Whatever Happens Next.

There’s gonna’ be a Heat Wave, a tropical heat wave…”.
Irving Berlin
(and Marilyn Monroe - in CinemaScope
in THERE’S NO BUSINESS LIKE SHOW BUSINESS)

What Happened Next for California is a Major Heat Wave.

Temperatures for the end of the week and current weekend are in the triple digits in many spots and hitting record highs for this early in the summer. (Today’s Times listed a high of 118 in the appropriately named Thermal, California - where ever that is - but it’s been higher than that in Palm Springs and Death Valley).

Coastal Ventura is moderate compared to inland, but yesterday the (comparatively moderate) humidity was still too much like the East Coast for my taste.

Living in California you forget about the ghastly eastern humidity but yesterday reminded me too much of Lancaster, Pa., or one especially wretched 4th of July weekend spent in Washington, DC (Humidity Capitol of the World) where all you could do of flee from one air-conditioned space to another in a dazed, lethargic frenzy.

Still we were (and are) better off than Ojai and certainly cooler than in the Valley. On Wed. Dianna and I attended a rehearsal of Verdi’s Rigoletto in Canoga Park which at 7.00 pm was still like a blast furnace.

The heat wave is expected to abate around Sunday, none too soon for me.

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