It's the moment of calm before the storm. I am sitting here in Tom Terry's posh condo downtown enjoying a leisurely cup of coffee and one of Debbie Morton's cupcakes. Planes are flying in and out of Madison, BDDS artists are arriving and departing, Edenwebb is getting cleaned, but for me this Monday morning is a rare moment of quiet. The only thing I have to prepare for is a massage from our friend the fabulous Kris Knight.
And then it's back to the races. A few moments of practicing on my own, then Kit Taylor and get together to tackle An American in Paris and Messiaen's Visions de l'amen, the the Wilkinsons and Wendels cook us dinner, then more rehearsing...
These weeks feel like a kind of hyper-reality. It's a very intense time—I couldn't sustain this for much more than three weeks, but man I do love it when it's here.
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