Wednesday, December 16, 2009

I was at work before the sun came over the mountain this morning.

It's sad when you find more things wrong with living right up against the mountain than right. Just sad.
So, finals week is surviving. Mike's stressed beyond all reason, I'm working my life away, and Christmas is just around the corner . . . with not enough gifts for the people we've been assigned. Eeek!
Someday, when I get my camera back, I'll take pictures of our Christmas-decorated apartment. That's right, it's staying up through January. :)

Thursday, December 3, 2009

I never thought I would have to run all the music of the ward when at BYU.

Seriously. When I first came, I discovered that a majority of the student population sings and plays the piano, and I got out of playing the piano in my ward almost entirely. I had to consciously go over to the central building in my apt. complex to practice the piano because I had no other opportunity.
But it appears that is not the case in my current ward. I know for a fact that a majority of the ward, just like in my other wards, is musically gifted and perfectly capable of playing in RS, doing musical numbers, etc. Unfortunately, fewer people admit to it.
Thus: I am part of BOTH musical numbers tonight at the Relief Society Christmas Dinner (one in a singing group and one as piano solo), I'm playing the organ on Sunday, we're singing in the choir for the Christmas Program the week after, and Mike and I are doing something musical for a Variety Show at the ward Christmas party next Friday. We're like, ultra-involved. It's crazy.
Most of these are not too stressful. Churchy musical numbers are easy to come up with (thank you, Sally Deford!!!) and playing the organ is just a matter of practicing enough before you get up there. Unfortunately, for the variety show, Mike and I want to sing "Baby, It's Cold Outside," which requires a rather jazzy accompaniment. I could sing and play, but that would make it LAME, and I also don't want to sing to a CD Instrumental recording. That is also LAME. Thus, we need to find an accompanist who can play jazzy piano. I even have the sheet music, so it's not like improv or anything.
*sigh!* We'll see, I guess.