eftychia: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (Default)
posted by [personal profile] eftychia at 05:25am on 2005-03-19

"What's the word for something worse than a clusterfuck? [...] Hmm... A Beowulf clusterfuck..." -- [livejournal.com profile] realinterrobang, 2005-03-06

eftychia: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (Default)

A reminder of what I mentioned a few days ago, in case any of you read the first announcement and thought, "Hey, that sounds like fun," but forgot to mark it in your calendars:

Tomorrow, Sunday, 20 March, at 3:00 PM, I'll be performing with a recorder ensemble at First Unitarian Church in Baltimore, MD. The church web site lists this as an early music concert, but in addition to the several early music pieces, the program also includes works by Alessandro Scarlatti, George M. Cohan, Eubie Blake, and John Bratton, and English and Irish folk tunes. So if you're in the Balto-Wash area or within easy driving distance and feel like a musical afternoon featuring works from various centuries, come on out and enjoy the show.

The Scarlatti piece is a sonata arranged for four bass recorders (we'll have at least five basses playing it; possibly seven or eight).

The church is located at 1 W. Hamilton St. (map), in the Mount Vernon neighbourhood of Baltimore.

eftychia: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (Default)

very very very tired. just saw email with subject line that started "trumpeter swans [...]" and wondered for a while what it could mean for a brass player to "swan" before I reparsed "swan" as a noun and remembered "trumpeter swan" is a species. so very, very tired. fall down now. (worry not: am aimed at pillow in my fall. am already on bed.)

will add gratuitous capitals to a future entry to make up for too tired to capitalize this time. :-p maybe even randomly sprinkle in this entry's missing words. nah, saving words for collage poem someday. mine mine mine. good heavens, am no longer even making sense to self. so tired. stop typing, fingers, and let eyes sleep, damn you!

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