Misfiring Cylinders
Yow – last night’s rehearsal sure was one of those incidents where you can tell things are slipping. Stephen Sondheim is difficult enough, but once again those memory cells seem to be misfiring. When you have lyrics like “Fluttering up the stairway/Shuttering up the windows/Cluttering up the bedroom/Buttering up the master” that’s one thing. When you have notes which go sharp when you want them flat and flat when you think they should resolve natural, that’s another layer. Add dance steps to them, and that’s a recipe for disaster as far as I am concerned. Continue Reading »
