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  • January 23 - 27 in New York, NY
    The Metropolitan Room, 34 W. 22nd St. With Tex Arnold on piano, and Tom Hubbard on bass. Show time is 7:30 on the Wednesday through Saturday the 23rd - 26th, and 7 PM on Sunday the 27th. Very civilized! For reservations - which are strongly recommended - and directions, call 212-206-0440, or go to www.metropolitanroom.com.
  • February 15 - 18, in Concord, MA
    Interplay Jazz 2008 Vocal Master Class. This class is open to students at all levels of experience. Class size is limited so as to give everyone attention and time to sing. For more information, and to download your application, go to http://www.interplayjazz.com. All aspects of good jazz vocal performance will be covered, with special attention given to the art of interpreting a lyric and communicating with the audience.
  • February 23 in Washington, DC
    "Words and Music" Master Class Location to be announced. A four-hour Master Class for singers of all genres and all levels of experience, with fellow instructor Wendy Lane Bailey. We will cover the basics of song performance, lyric interpretation, talking to the audience, sequencing a set, and working with a music director. Class size will be limited, so we can give each student attention. For more information, send an email to parkroadmanagement@verizon.net.
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July 18, 2008

Songbird at Dusk

Jo Stafford has died in her home in California. Stephen Holden has written a lovely tribute and obituary in the New York Times; please read it here.

Jo Stafford had all the qualities I most admire in a singer. Her voice was lovely and natural, but that naturalness concealed a great technique and she made singing sound easy. Her diction was clear and conversational, her intonation flawless. Everything she sang was imbued with a quality of honesty that made the listener believe her. There were no mannerisms, and no pyrotechnics; her understatement was the greatest ally a lyricist could have, because she let the song speak for itself. And she could swing, oh my yes, and without "jazzy" mannerisms. Hers was a glowing and burnished sound, and hers also a grace that is very rare these days. It is our loss that we don't seem to have another Jo waiting in the wings.

She was a tremendous influence on me, and so tonight, I grieve for her death, and celebrate her life and  all the songs she sang, the hearts she comforted, and the smiles she teased onto our faces. I will miss her.

February 04, 2008

Let's Rise to the Occasion

Tomorrow American voters in twenty-four states have the privilege of voting in their primary elections. I have made my choice of candidate, as I am hoping you have. Please exercise your right, raise your voice, cast your vote. Together we can do great things.
Blessings on you all.

September 12, 2007

Six Years and a Day

Yesterday was the sixth anniversary of 9/11. The Cathedral became quiet, stood still and noticed. The noon eucharist was celebrated in the Great Choir, rather than in St. Martin's chapel as it usually is. What this means, to those who have never been in St.John the Divine, is that we who attended were not nestled in a small room, but rather gathered in a space that is has a larger-than-human scale. One sits in the choir, under the high vaulted ceiling, and feels very small, like a child.

The congregation included uniformed firefighters and policemen, and families and friends of some who died  under that day's clear blue sky. Together we listened to Revelation 21:2-7, about the holy city, the new Jerusalem, and heard God saying he will be with us, and will take away our mourning and crying and pain, and he will wipe away all our tears. As one does for a child.

Then we heard the gospel of John (11:21-27): Martha said to Jesus, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that God will give you whatever you ask of him." Jesus said to her, "Your brother will rise again." Martha said to him, "I know that he will rise up again in the resurrection on the last day." Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?" She said to him, "Yes, Lord, I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, the one coming into the world."

I had noticed, as the liturgy began, that a young woman was sitting behind me with her two small children, a boy and a little girl with a feathery voice. When, in the reading, the question was asked Do you believe this?, that little voice behind me said, "Yes."

This morning I reread the sermon Tim Keller preached last year at the 9/11 memorial (full text is here). He quoted J.R.R. Tolkien: "In the last book of The Lord of the Rings, Sam Gamgee wakes up, thinking that everything is lost and discovering instead that all his friends were around him, he cries out: "Gandalf! I thought you were dead! But then I thought I was dead! Is everything sad going to come untrue?"

I can hear that small voice I heard behind me yesterday.

Yes.






August 31, 2007

Saying what is true

We tend to be suspicious of public figures who wrap themselves in divinity and claim that their will is God's will, but if no-one can articulate in an un-ignorable way in the public realm the creative energy of the love that we see in Christ, the human face of God, then we shall find ourselves inhabiting a maimed and diminished society.

from remarks made today by the Bishop of London at the memorial service for Diana, Princess of Wales

July 20, 2007

Thank you, J.K.Rowling

Like many folks, I have been spending the last few days re-reading the sixth Harry Potter book, refreshing my memory in preparation for savoring the seventh and final one. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows goes on sale here in NY in about two hours. Even before I read it, though, I am feeling teary. It will be hard to say goodbye to this series. I cried for a week when I read the last paragraph of Tolkien's Lord of the Rings, wept for The Wind in the Willows, too.

I will write more about this in the next few days, about books that have shown me a secret door back into the garden, but for now, my profound gratitude to J.K. Rowling, who said "yes" when Harry Potter presented himself to her to be written. Jo, I am so proud of you. Well done! And thank you!

May 22, 2007

Going public in teeny tiny ways

I scared myself yesterday morning. I responded to a NY Times call for reader comments on an article about shifting emphasis within the evangelical movements. In case you have not been aware of it, there is an increased environmental concern within these groups of politically-savvy committed Christians, and the original article can be read here. Check it out. You can then read all the responses by clicking on "Post a Comment", but I warn you in advance, the majority of them are harsh and intolerant, even nasty, and many are also ill-informed. And I am not talking about evangelicals' responses. Here's my contribution.

Though I know that the comments posted here about the tragedies resulting from religious intolerance are right, I also know that Christian evangelicals are people who tend to roll up their sleeves and plunge into the work at hand while many others are still having meetings and formulating positions. So I have believed for a long time that the evangelicals are our best hope for addressing climate change - because the earth is the Lord’s, and we must care for it - and poverty - because we are commanded to love one another, and feed the hungry, house the homeless, tend the sick and the dying, minister to those who have lost hope - and war, again because we are to love our neighbors as ourselves, and to beat our swords into plowshares, converting weapons (and the money that buys them) into tools for growth and nurture. Now, as more and more prominent evagelicals are speaking to these issues, the shifts I am seeing fill me with hope.

We are so easily distracted when we put our attention on our differences, and when distracted, we are too easily manipulated into ineffectiveness. We must begin to focus on that which unites us. If I join with you to save a wetland or a battered child, does it even matter that I do it because Christ commands me and you do it because of your passionate social convictions? What matters is that we are doing it, and together.

So what, one might ask, was the scary part? I signed with my full name.

Big brave me. Give me a medal.

Gee whiz.

April 16, 2007

a tear in the fabric

My dear friends, there is shocking and confusing news from Blacksburg, VA, where 33 people died today at Virginia Tech.
I taught there a few years ago, invited by Professor Daniel Schneck to lead a workshop in improvisation for his engineering students.They were shy at first, and then they sang, and danced, and were so inspiring. The university was lovely, idyllic. We were in Norris Hall, the engineering building, the same building that is and forever will be the scene of today's tragedy. Haunted.
I ask you to offer whatever rituals are yours everyone involved: the victims, their families, and the community of Virginia Tech, and Blacksburg. And for the police, and the shooter. Everyone.
We don't know, we don't understand.

February 26, 2007

Jive Java

A musician friend recently sent me news of a contest - Chock Full o' Nuts Coffee is going to revive the old "Heavenly Coffee" jingle, and the company is running a contest to find The New Voice. First prize: $75,000. I do not know a single singer who could not use that windfall. Including me. I am ready! I remember that jingle note for note and word for word. The winner would also sing the jingle, of course, get a recording contract, and go to Radio City Music Hall to see a show (that last strikes me as funny, somehow).

But wait...can you spot the elves in the tree? Can you find Waldo? Can you guess who's not eligible? Other than convicted felons, that is?

That's right! Professional performers! If you actually know how to do this, you are not allowed to do it. As my friend so succinctly put it, "Disqualified for being qualified, and promoted for being inept."

Well, did you evah? Thank heavens that never happens in politics.

April 20, 2006

In search of times not quite lost

"People who once didn’t need to lock their doors have gradually died off, and so even the memory of what has been lost is now almost lost."
Jane Jacobs, Dark Age Ahead

In this culture, we value individual freedom, and even renegade thinking (at least in movie heroes, yes?), and we also value patriotism, but there is a spirit of division among us. We are learning to think of “individual freedom” and “the common good” as necessarily and completely adversarial. Indeed, there is evidence of this growing split all around us at the moment, what with the erosion of freedoms granted or implied in the Constitution in the name of safety from terrorism (i.e., the common good).

But I am not convinced that the common good is really being served at all when individual rights are so curtailed that communications are eavesdropped, confidences leaked, unfounded accusations dispersed and well-based accusations suppressed. Quite the contrary. I think that, in the name of safety and the common good, we are learning to be fearful and combative all the time. The brain is marvelously complex - different areas developed at different times in our long (and I hope, continuing) evolution. The oldest part of the brain is the amygdala, also called “the lizard brain”. It is concerned with survival. Threats are assessed in this part of the brain, and if  a situation or person is perceived as threatening, the hormonal system kicks into high gear to provide the body with the various chemicals it needs to deal with the situation RIGHT NOW, by fighting or by escaping. While this is going on, there is no time to analyze, to draw moral conclusions, create metaphors, look at a bigger picture, stand in the other persons’ shoes, etc. All resources are going to the amygdala, and so the hippocampus, which is where actual learning takes place, shuts down. Plenty of time to think about what has just happened and to tell the story after the threat has been survived. But a time called “after the threat” is imperative, for if we stay in that hyper-alert stage too long, the body's systems start to break down. I would not be surprised to learn that most folks I know have some measure of impaired adrenal function from too much stress for too long.

What this suggests to me is that, because we are currently being stoked up by government, by media, to a constant level of threat apprehension just as if we had a stuck throttle mechanism, we are probably not thinking all that well. This hampered, tamped, or postponed ability to learn is serving us very badly right now, when there is so much evidence that we have to make some deep changes in concert with our neighbors, in order to have any kind of choices at all down the road. And not all that far down the road, either. In his book The End of Nature, Bill McKibben argued more than 10 years ago that we had already irrevocably altered our environment.

“Come, let us reason together” says the Lord in Isaiah 1:18., words quoted by Lyndon Johnson, Morris Udall, countless preachers of every denomination, and an idea certainly indicated by common sense. But how can we reason if we are too scared to think? How can we reason together if we are  afraid of each other? “Fear not”, say the angels, in no uncertain terms, and repeatedly. Responding to that directive is becoming a full-time job. But we better get on with that job, lest we forget even the memory of cooperation across our differences.