Practice. Practice. Practice.
I took the subway.
Some friends from Cooper had a son singing at Carnegie Hall last night. I went. And I listened. And I will be the first to tell you that I know nothing about that world, or that music. I can't tell you if it was good or not, but I can tell you that those kids from Commerce, Texas, were happy to have sung in Carnegie Hall. I could see that in their faces. Cool.
And because I'm ignorant about all of this, I got a wee bit bored in hour two. Then girl in the big dress took the stage, and we were asked not to applaud until "the fifth movement."
What is movement?
Don't you always applaud after the fifth movement?
I do.
Lou Ann, file this under "exposure."