From Jim W. Miller Posted from 172.161.186.117 on February 27, 2007 at 5:42 PM (GMT)
It's funny that you think it's coincidence this only happens when you wear that strapless dress.
From Carolyn Ohlbaum Posted from 149.101.1.118 on February 27, 2007 at 5:56 PM (GMT)
Emily,
I love your description of what goes on in the orchestra pit. That's exactly what happens! I look back on my own experience so far, and I've loved every single bit of it. If I had to pick out some of the most exciting moments, I think I would choose playing in the pit. One of the highlights for me was playing at the Kennedy Center for the Berlin Ballet! Nureyev danced!!
From Linda Lerskier Posted from 24.189.238.186 on February 27, 2007 at 9:43 PM (GMT)
"He doesn’t, so I beat my chest and throw out an impressive run or two with my fingers, as an assertion of my dominance."
What are you a gorilla? :) I always thought so. Only gorilla would have such an obsession with salmon...
Funny, I'm reading this right after a three hour long pit rehearsal. *cough* Okay, so I was 1.5 hours late. *mumbles something about a Yahoo and boating posters* And it just so happened two other violins were gone too. Hey, we can't stand the brass.
From Emily Grossman Posted from 209.112.222.200 on February 27, 2007 at 10:38 PM (GMT)
Jim, if I'm going to assert myself as concertmaster, I must do my best to dress the part, musn't I? ;)
Linda, you will only defeat the brass with sheer numbers. Do your best to arrive early and stake out your territory, and enlist reinforcements if at all possible. One on one, you won't stand a chance. Sharpen up on your death glare; it is your best weapon.
From Neil Cameron Posted from 74.105.140.228 on February 28, 2007 at 12:23 AM (GMT)
Oooo look, that one's wearing a strapless dress!
From Tom Holzman Posted from 72.66.67.22 on February 28, 2007 at 12:30 AM (GMT)
Maybe Soldotna needs a zoo. I suspect you have a few nominees for the primate cages and perhaps the reptile house.
From Charlie Caldwell Posted from 24.99.67.46 on February 28, 2007 at 12:41 AM (GMT)
What a fantastic description.
From Emily Grossman Posted from 209.112.222.200 on February 28, 2007 at 1:07 AM (GMT)
Actually, I just got an idea involving gorillas that redefines the term "concert black"... What fun!
From Mellisa Nill Posted from 66.230.105.143 on February 28, 2007 at 2:51 AM (GMT)
It's all fun and games until the pianist starts flinging poo...
From Jim W. Miller Posted from 172.149.108.239 on February 28, 2007 at 4:05 AM (GMT)
“What’s that, Daddy? It’s bigger than those little ones.” “Look, those two are playing together, aren’t they cute?” “Can we feed them?” “Don’t lean over the edge, dear, you might fall in!”
From Terez Mertes Posted from 75.30.77.207 on February 28, 2007 at 1:43 PM (GMT)
Emily, you crack me up.
From Linda Lerskier Posted from 24.189.238.186 on March 1, 2007 at 8:24 PM (GMT)
!!! JIM!
My moose finds it upsetting he was not included in any blog for yours for quite a while.
From Emily Grossman Posted from 209.112.222.200 on March 1, 2007 at 10:51 PM (GMT)
Ah, but you are mistaken, Linda. The moose is playing the lead role in the musical.
Comments
Posted from 172.161.186.117 on February 27, 2007 at 5:42 PM (GMT)
Posted from 149.101.1.118 on February 27, 2007 at 5:56 PM (GMT)
I love your description of what goes on in the orchestra pit. That's exactly what happens! I look back on my own experience so far, and I've loved every single bit of it. If I had to pick out some of the most exciting moments, I think I would choose playing in the pit. One of the highlights for me was playing at the Kennedy Center for the Berlin Ballet! Nureyev danced!!
Posted from 24.189.238.186 on February 27, 2007 at 9:43 PM (GMT)
What are you a gorilla? :) I always thought so. Only gorilla would have such an obsession with salmon...
Funny, I'm reading this right after a three hour long pit rehearsal. *cough* Okay, so I was 1.5 hours late. *mumbles something about a Yahoo and boating posters* And it just so happened two other violins were gone too. Hey, we can't stand the brass.
Posted from 209.112.222.200 on February 27, 2007 at 10:38 PM (GMT)
Linda, you will only defeat the brass with sheer numbers. Do your best to arrive early and stake out your territory, and enlist reinforcements if at all possible. One on one, you won't stand a chance. Sharpen up on your death glare; it is your best weapon.
Posted from 74.105.140.228 on February 28, 2007 at 12:23 AM (GMT)
Posted from 72.66.67.22 on February 28, 2007 at 12:30 AM (GMT)
Posted from 24.99.67.46 on February 28, 2007 at 12:41 AM (GMT)
Posted from 209.112.222.200 on February 28, 2007 at 1:07 AM (GMT)
Posted from 66.230.105.143 on February 28, 2007 at 2:51 AM (GMT)
Posted from 172.149.108.239 on February 28, 2007 at 4:05 AM (GMT)
“Look, those two are playing together, aren’t they cute?”
“Can we feed them?”
“Don’t lean over the edge, dear, you might fall in!”
Posted from 75.30.77.207 on February 28, 2007 at 1:43 PM (GMT)
Posted from 24.189.238.186 on March 1, 2007 at 8:24 PM (GMT)
My moose finds it upsetting he was not included in any blog for yours for quite a while.
Posted from 209.112.222.200 on March 1, 2007 at 10:51 PM (GMT)
He makes an excellent Belle.