Just a couple of days to go now before the JaLaLa dates, and I am
marveling at how many lyrics there are to these songs! and how few of
them seem to be sticking in my head at the moment. Not surprising. It's
very hot and humid in the city, and I have not had a chance to install
air conditioning yet. Bob the Cat and I are luxuriating in the heat.
That's the right word to describe Bob's state, at least. For mine, not
so right, really. Poaching is more apt. I keep checking the sky. There are supposed to be
thunderstorms any minute, and when they start crashing, I will be
enjoying the only up-side I have found to not having my lovely dogs
with me anymore. They were both afraid of thunder. In fact, Shekinah the Brave,
who was afraid of nothing but thunder, was so frightened
by it that she would shake until her teeth literally clattered. It made
the storms impossible to enjoy (though I should say that she was less
afraid outdoors, where she would bark right back at the sky's roaring).
In contrast, Bob is rather phlegmatic about storms. "Good for sleeping
through" seems to be his attitude.
Tomorrow I have the great
privilege of taking a lesson with my wonderful voice teacher, Marge
Rivingston, author of Do You Hear What I Hear? She lives in
California, but is in the city for a visit, and will be at the Birdland
show, and that has me looking forward to that show even more than I was
before, as she has not heard us live before. I have been working with
Marge since 1980; for me, she has been the teacher.
a little preview of what we're going to be doing, from a CD release
celebration last August. It was hot that day, too, as I recall it, and
there was a huge storm. That must just be our kind of atmospheric
disturbance. A signature of sorts. Get an umbrella, and come to the show!