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yay! e-mail back from the early music guy. he remembered me (ok, i kinda thought he would but i didn't want to assume). he has voice teacher suggestions and he invited me to sing with his early music choir and told me about a couple master classes i could participate in. whee!!! i'm going to contact the teachers pronto and i'm totally going to sing with the group. i remember him as rather an annoying conductor (too wishy washy) but A. he is an expert in his field and B. this semester they're doing a program of english music - medieval to 1650. ::drools:: as long as... wait. ex-gf E couldn't possibly still be singing/playing with them, could she? it's been many years... ::googles:: hm. well, nothing comes up. i guess i just have to hope she's moved on. eee!!! i get to sing!

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whee!!! i wrote back to earlymusic!man and i'll be going to rehearsal on tuesday. and i e-mailed both voice teachers. (it's driving me crazy that i know one of their names so well but i can't remember why.) and i confirmed that i'll be teaching a lesson next week which is excellent moneywise. yes.

[oh, was that a body? nope, just a casket]

i wish these brief flashes of on-top-of-my-stuff-ness would last longer. like... days and days longer. ::sigh::

speaking of which, now i must get my stuff together for the bi-weekly trek to boston. laundry, music, baton, food, etc etc.

and i still haven't had a moment to read zionsstarfish's cummings challenge story. wah!

on the go...

latest cummings challenge fic is from zionsstarfish and i don't have enough time to say all the good things about it that i would like to. just, please, read it. and its prequel. updraft.