Between the dress-tech and opening, a bunch of us went out to lunch. While we were waiting in the lobby to assemble, one of my bandmates asked, "Did you see Philip Glass?" Apparently his girlfriend's...means I've played for Dave Brubeck and Phil Glass in the same week. The thought of Phil Glass listening to a bunch of children's musicals really amuses me. Especially considering how tuneful they were

I'm too tired to type right now, so we'll just have to wait. Suffice it to say I feel like a rock star.

The band was in good shape, and, as is my custom, I worked out the arrangement so I had very little to play. So, after the countoff, I started watching the opening number. And getting teary. It's not that good a song.

Okay, here's a good reason to have an iPhone: I haven't been home long enough to read, much less post. And sleep? Well, that's for sissies. Monday: much, much rehearsal--taking apart the show and working...roller coaster climbing the tallest hill for several days now, it was time, metaphorically speaking, to throw my arms up in the air and scream. Opening night was wonderful. Two more shows today.

The noon mass is attended mostly by people who sleep late and whose consciences bother them if they skip mass altogether. It's not what you'd call a big-participation group. By the time I get to that...I worked on the show, of course. (I was attentive to it last night.) Somehow the Finale got corrupted, so I had to rebuild it from backup files. Aside from that, trodding right along. One more mass to go

After the run-through on Thursday, Scott and I discussed "Vienna," and how our faithful (and wickedly smart) producer wants me to cut it. "You can't cut it," Scott said, "it's too pretty." Pretty is nice...it to our group's families, and we'll try it on Monday. We can't afford to spend a lot of time on it, but it should be easy enough. And clear enough. Please let it be easy enough and clear enough

I came in early to set up the synth, make sure we had appropriate chairs, stands, and lights in the band area, but I couldn't do any of it: the light crew were focusing, and one huge batten of lights was... Dan, and I had dinner and went to a jazz concert at Birdland, which to me begged the question: assuming mastery of one's instruments, what's the difference between good free-jazz and bad free-jazz

I've been doing this for ten years. Always music and lyrics, occasionally lyrics to another show in addition to mine, book for six years... I've been at this for quite a while. When does it start getting...seems very much as if it'll get us off to a stronger start. But after eight hours of sleep over two nights, I am exhausted. And there are parts to print, and new material to document, before I sleep..

Man, would it just rain already? Between the humidity, the heat, and the need to cut time from the show (and fix the rest of it), it's very nearly unbearable. Another late night, this time prepping for...know if they found comfort in them, but I did. Through all the tumult and the strife I hear that music ringing. It sounds and echoes in my soul; How can I keep from singing? Time to set up the pit

Amy and I had a conversation about sleep the other day. I said I can tell when I'm under a lot of stress because I'll fall instantly asleep as usual, but if anything wakens me I can't get back to sleep...cuts, made some more, and looked at the result. It's still a little long, but not disastrously so. By 4 I was able to get back to sleep. I'm bushy-tailed if hardly bright-eyed. It's time to go to work