Ce moys de mai

This weekend we are not supposed to be singing, but Jazzfest is streaming on. I signed up to volunteer for coastal restoration. Et bon gré mal gré, on chantera comme on chante toujours le “moys” de mai. On chantera des renards. Now is the month of Maying. “The Spring clad all in gladness / doth … More Ce moys de mai

111

I spent $111 on eye treatment after having an allergic reaction to paint and sealant. It worked and I felt better and better, and even dreamed. And it is the weekend, so we should be at a fish restaurant in Lima listening to live criollo music, because that is what one does on weekends. Axé.

Curly Headed Baby

This morning I got up to receive and ponder a rather fraught missive on language policy, and then went off to a funeral. I did some errands and went to work out at the gym, where we watched the Polish airplane disaster and the West Virginia mining disaster on television. I came home and painted … More Curly Headed Baby

An Orientalist Opera

It is the weekend, and we are singing of the celestial Aida. This opera premiered in Cairo. I would prefer to see it with Giulietta Simoniato. But Caruso sang of Aida in 1908, when this opera was still quite new. I still think his version of this song is the best. Axé.