Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
This article is about Valerie Vitale, who sixty years ago was principal harpist for the Minneapolis Symphony. She ended up marrying one of the trumpet players, John Bass. I tuned their piano today. There's more: she was the first student of legendary harpist Alice Chalifoux and briefly played in the Cleveland Orchestra; John went to Julliard and was on the original national tour of Porgy and Bess. John's father played cello in the New York Philharmonic.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Last night Steve and I went to the Mondavi concert hall to see the Philadelphia Orchestra. I got comps from one of my customers. That was one of the best concerts I've ever seen. And Christopher Eschenbach is one of the best conductors I've ever seen. I could actually understand everything he was doing.
Steve is in a band now called Hole to Beyond, or maybe he said Hole to Be On. Or Whole Doobie On. They remind me of Frank Zappa.
Steve is in a band now called Hole to Beyond, or maybe he said Hole to Be On. Or Whole Doobie On. They remind me of Frank Zappa.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
I tuned this guy's piano today and he recognized me even though we last met eighteen years ago. He was then married to a woman in the Gilbert & Sullivan group that I was playing with. He is a veterinarian who also plays clarinet well. After I tuned his piano we did played some two-beat jazz together. He's still got it!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
The prop table for the Franklin High revue. The show came out very well; it helps to have great direction even when the talent isn't all there. The audience loved it. Long show, though; with the intermission, it ran two hours and 45 minutes... with continuous music.
The stage manager gave me a box of chocolate-covered macadamia nuts.
The stage manager gave me a box of chocolate-covered macadamia nuts.
I went to the Scottish Rite Temple to tune a piano for a performance the next day. The janitor, who hardly spoke any English, directed me to an old upright on the stage. After I was almost done tuning it, he appeared sheepishly pushing along a small grand piano on the floor below the stage. Apparently this was the piano I should have been tuning.
I was really upset, but I managed to quickly tune the grand and was only a little late for the next appointment.
I can't remember the last time that happened.
I was really upset, but I managed to quickly tune the grand and was only a little late for the next appointment.
I can't remember the last time that happened.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Friday, May 04, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
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