Wednesday, April 26, 2006
(The party was a FANTASTIC success!!!)
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
This was the first show for the choreographer and somehow she figured that "choreography" meant that every word or phrase had a movement with it. I suspect that she created an incredible amount of unnecessary work for herself. As I watch the video, I see that in some places, it's just plain crazy all the movements she had those little kids doing--but amazingly, they actually do a credible job of it. I remember the long hours of painstaking rehearsal for these little kids, age 5-12 learning dozens of intricate movements. This woman never subscribed to the "less is more" philosophy!
There were 20 orphans and the opening number ("Food, Glorious Food") is so busy you can hardly concentrate on it. Up, down, hand up, hands down, mime the words, jump up, turn around, march in place. It's overkill to the 'nth degree.
The video that I've posted for today came out of that insane choreography and makes me giggle whenever I see it.
It's "Consider Yourself," the song sung by Oliver and the Artful Dodger, when they first meet. (Note the unnecessary choreography down to each raising a foot as they sing "...foot the bill..." The set was wonderful (Walt built it) and contained a bridge connected by two long staircases which curved down to the stage. The choreographer had Paul and his friend Kag singing and running up and down those steps. Great training if you're going to be an Olympic sprinter!
But the thing that tickles me about this video is that it happened to be taken the day that the two kids cracked up. As Kag introduces himself, he did something he hadn't done before. He says "I'm...the Artful Dodger," and as he says that, he taps the top of his hat. For some reason this made Paul giggle and then the two of them started giggling. They finished the long song, but trying desperately to stop laughing the whole time.
At one point, they have walked/danced/run to the top of the stairs and at the top of the stairs was an "old woman" (actually a young-ish woman, mother to one of their friends, who was quite friendly with the kids). She caught the giggles from the two of them.
I remember sitting in the audience that night just praying for them to finish the damn song and get off stage. But looking at it this many years later, it's really fun to watch.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
A Musical Easter
With several musicians in the family, my sister-in-law decided we would all have a sing-along-after dinner. I think we needed a few more musicians, but we had a good time anyway.
(Can you tell I put this together between 1 a.m. and 2 a.m.?)
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
The Babies are Growing
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Videoblogging Week #4: Go Away Kid, You Bother Me
Background music for this is Kettleman's Lustige Streiche, written by my daughter, Jeri. I used this in a dog video some time ago and as with that video, this one, too, seems almost to have been edited with the piece of music in mind (tho it wasn't).
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Another segment from the Davis High School Pops Concert 1986. Paul and his friend Paul singing a duet from The Music Man, and the Jazz Choir's finale, "One" from A Chorus Line.
The Jazz Choir was an award-winning chorus. It's surprising how many of these kids went on to perform professionally.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Xena had been the runt of the litter of 11 and had been attacked by her siblings, which was why the litter was split up (which is how I happened to have Fudge, Curly, Greta and Blackie). So today, Ashley decided Xena was doing well enough to return to some of the litter and gave her to me. (I named her Xena, because I figure she was kind of a "warrior princess.") I tried working her in with the others, but ultimately I could see that it was not going to be good for Xena and I told Ashley to come and pick her back up again. But I kept this record of what it was like.
It's obviously "survival of the fittest" even in the puppy world.