There is no point trying to get to sleep so far tonight. The pop music in the party in the house across the lane will keep going thump, thump, thump loudly enough to a) keep me awake, and b) make me rather irritable. Perhaps I should retaliate by playing an opera at top value, but I daresay those at the party would not notice.
The new neighbours are very pleasant. The house is new - rebuilt, as the old house was completely decrepit and had to be completely demolished. A very old lady lived there, and eventually died. the house was sold, and then resold, and then completely demolished, and now there is a new house. As their party is sufficiently noisy to keep me awake, I am playing Handel's Ariodante, but am not concentrating much. One hopes that if it is background noise, you do not need tho concentrate, but somehow absorb it, and let it percolate into one's musical memory.That is the theory, anyway.
A friend and I went to see a film yesterday, of the opera Il Trovatore, which I love. The production featured rather elderly singers. Azucena and her 'son' Manrico both had greying hair. And as Leonora proceeded, so as to take her vows to become a nun, I could not help noticing that she had pink nail polish on her fingernails. However, it is a fabulous opera, with glorious music, so I can excuse the pink nail polish. However I do not really like the transposition of a different period, from the composer's idea to yet another theatrical bright spark's new, improved and modern version. Often such productions do not work. This one did not, but the music is glorious.
In other exciting news, the tree across the road has fallen down. And this morning, there was a car parked across the entrance to the school, which rather impeded entry and exit. Sporting events take place at the weekend. Possibly there was some growling going on about entry and exits. I live in interesting times....
This afternoon friends and I went to another film. What a social whirl. And I am soon to go to Adelaide, with a friend, to participate in the Adelaide Festival. Wot larks...! More Handel. Oh yes, I can certainly cope...
The new neighbours are very pleasant. The house is new - rebuilt, as the old house was completely decrepit and had to be completely demolished. A very old lady lived there, and eventually died. the house was sold, and then resold, and then completely demolished, and now there is a new house. As their party is sufficiently noisy to keep me awake, I am playing Handel's Ariodante, but am not concentrating much. One hopes that if it is background noise, you do not need tho concentrate, but somehow absorb it, and let it percolate into one's musical memory.That is the theory, anyway.
A friend and I went to see a film yesterday, of the opera Il Trovatore, which I love. The production featured rather elderly singers. Azucena and her 'son' Manrico both had greying hair. And as Leonora proceeded, so as to take her vows to become a nun, I could not help noticing that she had pink nail polish on her fingernails. However, it is a fabulous opera, with glorious music, so I can excuse the pink nail polish. However I do not really like the transposition of a different period, from the composer's idea to yet another theatrical bright spark's new, improved and modern version. Often such productions do not work. This one did not, but the music is glorious.
In other exciting news, the tree across the road has fallen down. And this morning, there was a car parked across the entrance to the school, which rather impeded entry and exit. Sporting events take place at the weekend. Possibly there was some growling going on about entry and exits. I live in interesting times....
This afternoon friends and I went to another film. What a social whirl. And I am soon to go to Adelaide, with a friend, to participate in the Adelaide Festival. Wot larks...! More Handel. Oh yes, I can certainly cope...
