Somebody went through blip.fm and found as many songs as they could that were played on the Chuck soundtrack in Seasons 1 and 2. I think they’re wrong about a classical piece, but the channel itself is great.Blip | Playlist by Megatronics
(Video removed by YouTube because HBO contacted them and claimed it was “infringing.” Stay classy, HBO.)
Saw this on our way back in the car, reading away on my iPhone:
Making Light: Nobody living can ever stop me
Okay, I admit it, my heart skipped a beat when I realized that Pete Seeger was really going to sing the whole song, including the “controversial†verse:
There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me;
The sign was painted, it said private property;
But on the back side it didn’t say nothing;
That side was made for you and me.
Other “controversial” but needful verses, as noted in the comments:
In the squares of the city
In the shadow of the steeple
At the relief office
I saw my people
As they stood there hungry
I stood there whistlingNobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
UPDATE: But nobody at HBO must be a living, breathing soul, because they stopped Pete Seeger’s inspiring performance at the end of the Inaugural Concert from being seen on the Internets.
The Dandy Warhols – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Dandy Warhols are a US rock band formed in Portland, Oregon, by Courtney Taylor-Taylor (vocals, guitar), Zia McCabe (keyboard), Peter Holmström (guitar), and Eric Hedford (drums), who left in 1998 to be replaced by Taylor-Taylor’s cousin Brent De Boer. The band’s name is a pun on the name of American pop artist Andy Warhol.
The Dandy Warhols are strongly influenced by The Velvet Underground, Beach Boys, Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, The Shadows, and The Rolling Stones as well as including implicit musical references to My Bloody Valentine in some songs. Front man Courtney Taylor-Taylor describes the band beginning as a group of friends who “needed music to drink to.”[
With a pedigree like this, I really should like this CD better. I bought it in a Dublin music store on the strength of “name recognition,” as I’d heard something by them on WXRT. Ripped it to iTunes, but never actually got around to listening to it all the way through before now. I fell out of the iPod/iTunes habit because at work I was told I could no longer listen with headphones under my headset while waiting for a call.
Wait, whut? Yes, it’s not uncomfortable or difficult to switch with the right headphones, especially the iPhone ones with the built in pause/start clicker. I could hear the caller on the headset just fine. But a VP at work saw me while clients were visiting and didn’t think it was quite the thing. Only now am I getting back into music via iPhone. So I’ve climbed back into bed with laptop, iPhone, headphones, USB cable, and tea to rip a CD… but not in the way you think.
Pause for cough. Cough over. Here we go:
Musee D’Nougat 14:46
This song is fourteen minutes and forty-six seconds’ worth of self-indulgent musical wanking. Inconsequential, pleasant New Age instrumental with fake British or German nattering and airport-announcement “found sound.” Vaguely Pink Floydish, kind of relaxing, so I moved it to my “Sleep” playlist. There’s a little bit at the end that sounds like a really annoying ringtone; if it’s bad enough to wake me up (I really do use that playlist to help me fall asleep) I will delete this waste of a quarter of an hour.
Valerie Yum 7:01
The chorus sounds like “meow meow meow meow meow.” Listenable, but only if you like cats.
Beast Of All Saints 4:47
Don’t remember. That was 10 minutes ago. The title has a vaguely churchy, vaguely evil ring to it, though.
The Legend Of The Last Of The Outlaw Truckers AKA The Ballad Of Sheriff Shorty 3:44
This song is shorter than its title. Good, though, first one I liked.
Mis Amigos 4:31
Two good cuts in a row, hope this is a trend. Sounds like “Baby Elephant Walks After Dropping Acid” and includes percussion on oil drums (not tuned), a motorcycle, and (I think) a chain saw.
Now You Love Me 3:09
Straight ahead, propulsive requited-love song. Think this is one of the songs I heard on the radio, I like the break with the off-beat jangling guitar.
Love Song 3:48
Pretty, jangly. That’s about it.
Talk Radio 5:28
Slower rhythm. Really makes the lead singer’s rough “hey I’m a rock star singing a ballad” voice kind of repetitive. Does he ever come out of this sotto voce mutter? Oh, and that musical break is totally a shout-out to Led Zep’s patented “let’s play some weird-ass time signature that’s not divisible by two or three” trick.
And Then I Dreamt of Yes 4:42
Now THIS is the song I’d heard that made me want to buy this CD. Lead singer applies the “Taco” old-timey radio filter. Voice not perceptibly different from other songs on the CD, though.
Wasp In The Lotus 4:36
Oh, good, another whispering homage to Claudine Longet. Atmospheric, though. It’s clear that I really like the instrumentation and almost like the backup singing, but I’ve really taken against the lead’s breathy faux-drama. It’s as if Trent Reznor of NIN never broke into the primal screams. The backup singing is nothing special – these guys can hit the correct notes capably, but their real talent is in playing instruments, and layering found sounds.
Welcome To The Third World 5:50
Thank goodness, whispering disco a la “Miss You” era Rolling Stones. It’s about time. Ah, actually singing in head tones now… sounds a lot like Fee Waybill. Do they NEVER turn off the echo filter??
Mission Control 2:16
A funky electronic groove; we appear to be channeling Midnight Oil‘s Peter Garrett in a slightly less scary baritone, but it’s obviously an uncomfortable stretch.
The World The People Together (Come On) 4:42
Hurray! Last song! It’s different sounding than the rest! Yay! Still a big ol’ wall of jangly, but it’s in a higher key and what a relief it is. I notice this Courtney Taylor-Taylor, the lead singer, can’t seem to sustain a note comfortably without having to “do” something; either filter it, add fuzz, or deliberately fall off the note. He’s got no resonance, no tone; can sing a little, but not that well. Doesn’t have enough color in the voice to be ballsy about it, either; not everybody can pull off a raspy delivery and overcome it with great phrasing.
Frustratingly, the next song on iTunes was “Lift Thine Eyes” from Handel’s ‘Elijah,’ a piece I sang a month or two back as part of a trio. This damn cough has made me croaky as a frog, so I couldn’t sing along for shit as a kind of musical palate-cleanser.
I’m usually not so happy to get to the end of a CD. Taken individually, most of the songs are likable enough, but listening to the whole thing (especially without skipping that fourteen minute monster at the beginning) is trying my musical patience. And every song is frustratingly familiar; I don’t have the right kind of memory to be able to cite a specific group on every song, but they all sound a whole lot like somebody else’s hit, except slower and with more jangling.
Last night’s snow (or as I originally typo-ed, slow), dumped only about 4 inches on suburban streets in the area, but the traffic was horrendous and there were enough minor accidents to put corks in all the bottlenecks. And due to the way the east-west arterials around here are blocked by large tracts of parkland or shopping malls, there’s only a few ways to get between work and home. If there’s bad weather, or traffic, everything gets choked off at one of two places.
I started out pissed, as I had a late “hit” call where someone needed an exchange ticket issued by the end of the day, and there were technical problems getting it done. I call down curses and imprecations on high-mileage status travelers who upgrade themselves before the new ticket issues! But I was able to get through to an airline res agent (miraculously; it’s an airline that outsources a lot of calls to India)
and downgrade the traveler. Heh, that’ll teach them not to mess with their records… I felt very unsympathetic.
As I headed west towards home, I puttered along at about 5 miles an hour. It took about 30 minutes just to get to where I could turn off my “bottleneck” route to an alternate street that avoided the worst of the traffic. Then I had to navigate around some other obstacles, cut through a high-school parking lot to an outlet to residential streets that I knew of, and finally got back to a more direct route home. It turned out that my zig-zagging didn’t really save me much time, but it did give me a sense of accomplishment since I was moving rather than sitting in a jam-up.
David texted his location a couple of times… he started an hour before I did because he’s farther away, and it took him all of 3 hours to get home. I beat him home by about half an hour and had started using the Big Red Snow Beast on the driveway. It was still snowing pretty heavily and I had all my snow
gear on; boots, gloves, long down coat, muffler around my ears and face, fleece jingle hat with ear flaps, and had the faux-fur trimmed hood up as well. I was seriously rocking the Arctic look.
Of course, David had to take a picture. Fear the Beast!
(It is left up to the discretion of the reader to decide which is meant, the machine or the operator.)
I’ve recently gotten sucked into the time warp that is Twitter and was monitoring a few locals who complained of 3 and 4-hour commutes. It was particularly bad in the north suburbs, where there was more snow, no plows, no salting, and nothing but side streets and minor arterials that were all completely backed up.
I’m currently writing this at work in Wordpad while waiting for a call with my “ears” on, with the plan of sending the text to myself and updating at home. This is my first full week sitting with my new team, and I’m comfortably settled in with my new work-mates. I kept much more to myself on my former team,
partly because I’d formerly held a position that was between line agents and the previous team leader, and I was not popular because I was responsible for quality control at one time and was gathering data about error rates for each agent. That was years ago, but I sensed there was still some lingering… not resentment, but reserve. I wasn’t entirely to be trusted, I guess, and I didn’t bother to try to overcompensate by bringing in a lot of treats or being very social with everyone else. I don’t have this
baggage with the new team, and as it happens I work with a former team leader who stepped back to agent level whose company I enjoy. And I work with people who make me laugh and enjoy being here. It’s a pleasant change from my previous “anti-social” stance to actually chat with my neighbors.
There are minor drawbacks to the move, of course – there always are. But the compensations are: great coffee (they bring in their own bags of it and keep it in a thermos at one of the desks) and great cameraderie. It’s nice. Also, I’m closer to a window now that I don’t have to be hopping up and down
printing and faxing forms to hotels, and I have a view that looks along a tollway towards Chicago.
Currently, traffic is flowing. But don’t ask me to do constant updates. I will say that there’s snow on all the rooftops and the sky is a solid grey. Visibility is probably only a mile or two, and I don’t think we’re
on the flight path today because I don’t hear planes overhead. This may or may not be a good thing.
It’s kind of slow today. I haven’t taken that many calls. One of my mates from my former team and I send IMs to each other with questions and comments now and then, as we back each other up and she’s not physically located in the office. Now and then she sends funny emoticons and animated
GIFs.
I call this one “ZOMG! I’m In Crazy Town!”
It’s animated in the original format so that the background wobbles up and down, but I didn’t save it that way. My office mate sends me a lot of wacky crap like this. Most of them involve animals or weird cartoons expressing extreme agitation. I think there’s an underlying theme…
It helps to pass the time chatting, of course, but sending IMs is also dead useful when you can’t reach someone by phone, but they’re logged in to the messaging network. To ask questions like “WTF can’t these people put in the right format???” Both of us are crabby, perfectionists when it comes to formats, and unsociable; this makes us ideal IM partners.
Later, after lunch….
I continue to see more and more small signs of the bad economy. There are empty “big-box” stores on my way home, there are empty offices in my building at work, and just now I got waylaid by my hairdresser lady who said that they’re closing the hair salon downstairs. They needed to increase their visibility, and had lost a lot of regular clients because so many companies here pulled out and went away. It’s not a ghost building, but the trend is not an upward one. Anyway, she stopped me to give me a business card with the new address and phone number. They merged with another salon in the area and there are a couple of locations, but the closer one is farther to the east of me.
It may be that once they’re moved, I’ll get my hair done on choir nights, as I have about 90 minutes
to kill between the end of the day and choir, and this new location is not far out of the way to Holy Moly. So it could work out that I could keep going to Evelyn, because I like her and she’s willing to give me a simple, unfussy cut. And she likes long hair, which is a plus: some hair stylists are always on about “this long hair drags your face down.”
Dudette, I come from a long line of horse-faced people; there’s only so much you can do with a chin-length pageboy or an unnecessary (and damaging) body wave perm. Evelyn is happy to keep my hair long. Done.
Actually, with short hair, I look a lot like Mr Crazy Town, especially without makeup. Let’s not go there.
Today’s weather has gradually cleared – the clouds that were overhead this morning are gone, replaced by mostly blue sky and fairly bright sun. It makes for some pretty shadows and contrast where the light is coming across the trees from the forest preserve across the way. By the time I leave, though, it’ll be dark. And I’ll be on my way to choir practice, so I won’t be home tonight until after 8pm.
For music this year at Holy Moly, we’re doing a modified “Lessons and Carols” format for Christmas Eve – for the later service at 9pm, that is. I’m not part of the earlier Family Service, thank GOD. It conflicts with work, anyway, as I’m scheduled to work until 5pm on the 24th. Bleh.
Anyway, the music will be good and lovely and I hope it puts people in the right headspace. One is especially good, as it’s not one of those standards you always hear: it’s called “What Sweeter Music” by John Rutter. It’s gorgeous, with floating harmonies that shimmer. Even with our few, poor voices, it sounds good. We’ll have some “ringers” on the night, though, so it’ll be even better.
Some of the other pieces will be effective – some are kind of required favorites, but a few are nice arrangements that aren’t just the plain vanilla versions sung from the choir book. One of the traditions at St Nicholas is for people to bring little bells to ring, so there’s something for that as well. We’ll have something for every taste, high class singin,’ low-class ringin,’ everybody join in on the chor-e-us.
On my mind in the news: the sheer gobsmackery of Rod Blagojevich’s hair, and the special hairbrush called “the football” that was carried by an aide, ready for any photo or video opportunity. It’s going to be what used to be called a “mare’s nest” of countercharges, questions about members of the impeachment committee’s own “favors and perks” for friends and family, and will turn out to be a giant waste of everybody’s time. Blago reportedly is defiant and claims he’s done nothing wrong; impeachment proceedings were being floated around the General Assembly months ago because he was seen as incompetent and an obstacle to the legislative process, not because of any of Fitzgerald’s charges. Still, they add spice, all those recordings of Blago (and his wife) dropping the F-bomb. I keep an eye on the news via the iPhone while waiting for calls.
Nearing the end of the day here, finally; the number of calls picked up and the afternoon went faster than the morning. Time is weird that way.
I’ll get grumped at at choir, because I was sick last Wednesday and still not feeling great Sunday, so I’ve missed 2 practices AND a Sunday, le horreur! but it’s never a good idea to run around in sub-freezing weather with a cold. In my experience, it just leads to the cold going into a sinus infection or bronchitis, so I’ll take the dirty looks in my direction, because I got over the cold without further ado (or catarrh).
UPDATE: Made it home safely after choir practice. We sounded awful, not sure why. I think it was because Mary decided to rearrange us and we were “upside-down” musically (or more likely, sideways) and hearing a different blend. Also, it was time for Mary’s annual Christmas Hissy… the stress of the season gets to her, especially when we’re not sounding good after months of work (and after sounding much better in our previous configuration).
Also, my friend Kevin reminded me via Facebook of the very funny “conversation between Rahm and Blago” that was posted at dKos the other day. Heh. This is the best part of this CLEVERLY SATIRICAL PARODY.
BLAGO: What if I appoint Valerie, what if she takes it?
EMANUEL: What do you want me to say? We’d appreciate it, I’m not gonna fucking kiss your ring over it.
BLAGO: “Appreciate it”? Come on, this is a Senate seat we’re talking about. It’s worth a fuck of a lot more than appreciation.
EMANUEL: You asked us for a list, we gave you a fucking list, you want to make your own list then make your own fucking list. [Raising voice] But if you’re asking for anything else from me, or Barack, or Valerie, then you can fucking stop talking right now Rod.
BLAGO: Wait a sec there Rahm. Wait just a fucking minute. Who are you to talk to me like that? I fucking made you.
EMANUEL: You made me? You made me? Tell me you’re fucking joking.
BLAGO: No no no, you listen to me shit-face. You see this list I got, the names motherfucking Obama fucking wants for the Senate. I just ripped it in two. How you like that? Oops, Harris just dropped it in the shredder. Harris?
HARRIS (muffled): Yes sir?
BLAGO: Did you just drop that list in the shredder?
[Whirring, shredder noise]
HARRIS (muffled): I did.
EMANUEL: Do you have me on fucking speakerphone?
BLAGO: It’s in the shredder, Rahm. The list is bye bye.
EMANUEL: Hold on a sec — you got me on fucking speakerphone? Who the fuck do you think I am?
BLAGO: Who are you Rahm? Who are you? You’re shit, you hear me? Don’t come back to Chicago Rahm, it’s not your town any more.
EMANUEL: Pick up the phone Rod.
Also also, more holiday-themed “heh.”
I heard a bit of this while driving home after a long, frustratingly typical Monday at work. Pierre Bensusan was being interviewed on NPR and was discussing how this song, “Altiplanos” is dedicated to Ingrid Betancourt, a Columbian political reformist who was running for president of Columbia when she was kidnapped by FARC, the left-wing revolutionary movement. Bensusan is trying to keep Ingrid Betancourt on the conscience of the world, and hopes that one she will be sitting in a concert hall listening as he plays the song dedicated to her.
It’s beautiful music and very moving, and although I hadn’t heard of Betancourt before, I’ll be thinking of her from now on.
UPDATE: The joyful news that Ingrid Betancourt and 3 Americans were rescued in a daring operation is still resonating across France and the rest of the world. I heard a bit of another song that was played in France at one of the celebrations, may need to track that one down, too. It’s calld “Dans La Jungle,” but there may be another one out there as well.
But I was somewhat suspicious of the timing, while McCain was in Columbia, and it turns out that the White House is claiming to have assisted with planning. This doesn’t take away from my happiness at Betancourt’s release, but the later news that came out about McCain meeting with Jeb Bush in Mexico makes me think that the Repubs will stop at nothing, and use anybody, to further their party’s chances at winning the presidential election.
Be that as it may, here’s a link to Betancourt’s rescue committee website, which proclaims (I think) “Ingrid is finally free!” Also a rather moving song with video plays at this site.
This site seems to suggest that the release was purchased by the US Government. It’s in French, and Google Translate garbles it somewhat. I think for example, that “as if written on music paper” probably means “as if choreographed,” for example. Still, it would be interesting to see a followup from a US news organization. Although, given the way things have been going, we’ll probably wait a long time for that to happen.
The Original Unofficial Steve Earle Site
Heard on Second Life (I hang out at Dancing Virtually events): Condi, Condi. Gotta get it. It works as political commentary, but it’s a really great reggae dance song.
Some people are really into American Idol, but I am not. I went through the lunch room the other day while a couple of Idol contestants were murdering U2’s classic “One” in some kind of live outdoor news-show venue. It sounded so awful… I wondered “what the hell is the fascination this country has with listening to people sing badly?” Both singers were completely off-key, both fighting to out-bellow each other, and working their hair and outfits even harder than their (blown-out) voices. It was not so much a duet as a duel.
Thank God for iPod. I went back to my desk and played that song, and listened to the words, just to get the screeching sounds out of my head. Some day, I’m going to hear someone sing it in a U2charist service the way it’s meant to be sung by a cover artist: not a slavish copy of Bono’s every raspy note, but a passionate statement of faith in the essential goodness of one person.
Father Paul pulled out a very beautiful old Pete Seeger Custom banjo and sang a few lines of “Plastic Jesus” today in church; he’d have had a sing-along going if he’d thought to print out the lyrics, and as it was a lot of people at the early service knew the song and helped him remember the middle section.
I told him about a terrific interview my husband David and I heard on Bob Edwards Weekend, which airs on Sundays on WBEZ. I’m tracking down all the related links I can for it to send to Fr. Paul by email. Apparently, there was an amazing special on PBS that we missed, but maybe we can find it via TiVo. The associated blog post for the broadcast is here,
I could not find a simple link on BobEdwardsRadio.com to the interview, I had to subscribe to the podcast after tracking down the date, which was the weekend of February 23-24.
February 23-24, 2008
HOUR ONE
* Pete Seeger was banned from American commercial television for more than 17 years, after topping the pop charts and being blacklisted. Seeger wrote or co-wrote many of our most iconic folk songs. Now almost 90, Seeger is still performing and still writing. He’s publishing a new songbook this year and the PBS program American Masters pays tribute on February 27th with Pete Seeger: The Power of Song.
HOUR TWO
* Los Angeles Times film critic Kenneth Turan previews the 2008 Academy Awards. He tells Bob which actors, actresses, directors and movies should expect to bring home Oscars this year.
* Bob talks with composer James Newton Howard about his career and about his Oscar-nominated score for “Michael Clayton.â€
Ginny
I can has iPhone?
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Ginny
I can has iPhone?
Wow. I still can’t believe that I had a chance to see the McDades at the Abbey Pub, a well known Chicago institution. And that my husband David and I got to see them gratis, a fact that makes me absurdly grateful and humble. Hell, this blogging gig is pretty cool if people contact you out of the blue and give you free stuff and invite you to all the best parties.
Okay, enough about that, I’m a mere amoeba on the Great Evolutionary Chain of Blogging Being.
The thing I REALLY can’t believe that there were only about 10 people at the show. I feel bad about this, because that means that at least 20% of the crowd was there for free. So the next day, I went to the The McDades – Music website and bought their latest CD, Bloom. No, I could have downloaded it from iTunes for less, or I could have gone to Borders and rooted around in the Celtic/World Music bins until I found it, but no. I freaking felt compelled to pay Canadian funds and Canadian shipping, because I felt terrible for the band and for their mom, who was nice enough to contact me in the first place.
Danielle, if you’re reading this, the kids look great and they’re eating right. You raised ’em right; they’re very friendly and polite and put on an awesome, high-energy show. As it happens, I know a little about what it’s like to book a musical act and try to promote a show, and how agonizing it is to work like hell to get the word out and have so few people show up at the door that you’re short on paying the musicians.
God. I admire the McDades like hell for putting on such a terrific, high energy, but necessarily intimate show. I wonder why WXRT wasn’t part of the deal? They played at their stage two years ago, after all.
Here’s a set list, as I took it down on my iPhone on the little yellow-notepad thingy
(I am such a geek).
Mcdades
Whistleblowe
Bountyhunter
Rocky road to Dublin
Chanson de blah blah blah (Solon’s little joke – it was “V’la l’Bon Vent” )
B flat unnamed tune from Banff
Grrl power?? by Alison naughton
Montreal (“Le Vert Laurier?” They definitely played that)
Seven veils/silver platter
…by Ian Tyson?
Les troi capitaines
McKinley morganfield muddy waters
Below are the tracklists from the first and second CDs. I was fairly close on some of them, but woefully sketchy on detail on others. The song I blogged about before turns out to be Dance of the Seven Veils, which you can listen to at the McDades CD page. I think it was paired with Silver Platter before, too. This is lush, Balkanized Afro-Celtic Pan-Galactic goodness.
Whut? Sorry, wuz tranzed out danzin in mai chare. It really does make you want to go through drawers looking for diaphanous scarves.
And then the Silver Platter song really gets the belly-dance/desk drumming vibe going…
::twenty minutes go by while Ginny hits “play” on all the tunes on the Bloom CD page::
Aaaaaaanyway.
Given my experience with their “unnamed tunes,” you can expect “B flat from Banff” on their next album – it was still very simple and Celtic, but I bet by the time they get done with it, it’ll be amazing.
BUY THIS CD. Then scroll down and BUY THE OTHER ONE.
Bloom
Tracks:
1. The Whistle Blower
2. Pull The Anchor
3. Smuggler’s Cove
4. The Bounty Hunter
5. Ma Bonne Dame
6. Dance Of The Seven Veils
7. The Silver Platter
8. Le Vert Laurier/Yinn & Yann
9. Café Hubertus
10. Robin Song
For Reel
Tracks:
1. Mckinley Morganfield’s
2. Valley of a Thousand Tears / Hotel de Ville
3. The Rocky Road to Dublin
4. Jonny’s Flush / The Boiling Hen
5. The Linden Tree
6. V’la l’Bon Vent
7. Floating Stone / A Minor Skirmish
8. Billy’s Kitchen Polkas
9. One Over the Eight / Bog an Lochain
10. Tae the Weavers
11. Riley’s / The Primrose / ‘Neath the Moonlight
12. Dunmore Lasses
The Abbey Pub is an amazing place – the back hall is papered with old concert posters. A friend from work saw the Yardbirds there (in a later incarnation, with only two original members left). The large room is styled “The East Stage” and it does have a rather raffishly monastic feel. My online chum Prior Aelred would love it.
Choirmistress Mary does a lot for us, and frequently pays out of pocket for new music and things she thinks we need in order to look and sound like a seasoned choir, and not a ragtag group that formed a little over a year ago. So one of our members found a Christmas ornament that mirrored a unicorn print that Mary has in her home and we presented it to her last night.
We also had a wonderful surprise from another choir member who’s been battling brain cancer; she got amazing news from her oncologist. Let’s not say “miracle” yet, but it’s thrillingly good news. I knew something was up when I saw her hop out of her husband’s truck and walk with a bounce in her step (and no cane) to the door. She’s kicking cancer’s ass
It was a really, really good practice last night. We’ll be working on some challenging music over the summer, but also we’ll do a couple of things during the “slow” season of single services and twice-monthly practices instead of weekly practices. We’re working on a Hebrew piece called “Oseh Shalom” that we’ll segue into “Let There Be Peace On Earth” for a service sometime in July with a peace and justice theme.
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