the broken heart

in five days i will make my off-broadway debut,

and i am absolutely smitten about it!

i am the musician in john ford's the broken heart.

it is a super dark and scary play... one of those things where everyone gets sad and dies and bleeds black blood.

it is exactly the opposite of anything i'd attend on my own, but after seeing the work that has gone into this production, and really really getting to know the play, i have this new wild appreciation for 17th century dramas.

all of the actors and production people are so talented and awesome and they have made the zillions of rehearsal hours go by easy as pie. 

i am a little nervous about having to stay out past my bedtime every day for the next month, but i'm confident it will be worth it!

-yeh!!! 

2day, so far

 

waking up to my new favorite smell, filling up the house: tomato bread
homemade butter, homemade curry mustard, the perfect hole-in-the-middle... tell me why we eat out again?
stop being so shy, george.
perfect, gracie, just perfect!
and now... a wedding. of heather & the heir to one of the world's best mustard companies. 


-yeh!

recital

 

 to walk on to a stage

to play music that you absolutely love

for an audience filled  with people whom you absolutely love

{in pants that you absolutely love}

is a feeling that, if caught in a jar and sold for any price,

i'd buy a thousand and keep them forever.

i honestly don't think that i've ever put more of myself into anything before. i worked my tookus off, and though i found my limit {it was rather chicken with the head cut off-esque,

seasoned with about ninety different instruments and it involved slurry speech and ogre hands...}

the entire process was insanely awesome.

if i could do it again,

i totes would. 

in the end, there were homemade soft pretzels from mum,

marzipan cookies from stoop,

a tits mustard selection,

catching all the breaths i forgot to take these past few months,

and so many of my favorite people under the same roof, i almost exploded.

oh shucks, ima fuggin cry.

--yeh!

all photos are by photogenius donny tsang. 

oy vey zmir

as of tomorrow, there are exactly two weeks until my recital.

and three weeks until gradiation.

i think i am extremely terrified... but i am keeping myself calm with strong mustard and early morning bike rides. 

this week the only mustard that will do the trick is the amora dijon that my french teacher brought in for me. it is so strong. 

so. so. so. so. strong. 

why anyone needs a strong drink when they could have a strong mustard and still be able to bike home is beyond me...

but i digress.

i can't wait for the day when i won't have to stress out about other percussionists taking instruments from my setups,

or worry about what is really going to happen in my recital,

but at the same time,

i am totally in love with studying the pieces that i've chosen,

working towards a fun goal {planning the reception for the goal...}

and having a reason other than iambeinglame for going to sleep before 10.

and there it is, past my bedtime.

-yeh!!