Welcome to the first installment of our blog for parents! You may be asking yourself, "Why have a blog for WXXI parents and families?" To share, of course! Each week I will pass along a few websites, books, music, tidbits, events or just fun facts that you, as parents, may find useful and (hopefully) interesting.
Up first.....October is Fire Prevention Month. Do you have a fire plan for your home and family?
Hello from the top of The New York Times!
We got a tour of the new building today from editors and staff. The view is spectacular.
I have much to relate to you. But I'm beyond tired. Walking through the glittering canyon of Times Square completely sucked the life out of me, so I'll keep this short.
I know you've been waiting to hear what Times music critic Anthony Tommasini said about my review of the Mahler symphony.
Your tax dollars are being put to good use.
The NEA Institute is relentless.
I'm still in NYC at the music conference at Columbia University. I've seen three orchestras in three days. Cleveland. The New York Philharmonic. (I was pleased to note that the tenor in last night's concert, Anthony Dean Griffey, is an Eastman grad.) London.
It rained yesterday. Still hot, New York City is officially tropical, and the gloves I bought still sit in my hotel room with the tags on.
The NEA whirlwind continues.
On the subway, we lurched from the Brooklyn Academy of Music to Carnegie Hall to the Met, where we met with Peter Gelb. We got a tour of the Met, stood in the diva's dressing room, and explored the wardrobe, backstage, and costume areas.
You grab your ipod. Get in the car to go to work or drive your child to school. There's music in the car as you're hurtling through time and space at 60 m.p.h.
You're shuffling your ipod. Your taste is kinda eclectic. k.d.lang. J.S. Bach. Dave Matthews. Whatever. As you move along (maybe stopping at Wegmans on your way) you inhabit multiple acoustic spaces in your head. You hear Bach played in a resonant church. Norah Jones in a shoebox-sized studio. A rock band recorded live in a huge stadium.
Tonight, I saw Handel's Agrippina at New York City Opera, and I have to tell you, a desperate 2008 U.S. presidential hopeful would be reassured to have an Agrippina working behind the scenes. Part Karl Rove, part Machiavelli, the real Agrippina manipulated the Roman political scene to gain the throne for her infamous son, Nero. She maneuvers, she plots, and she truly existed.
I absorbed hours and hours of debate about music in classes that spanned topics from the newspaper industry to music theory. There's way too much to cover in a short blog, so I'll skip to my favorite bits.
Arrived in NYC before 10:00 a.m. Still summer here. 70 degrees, people in shorts, clouds of midges in Central Park. It's all green and leafy and feels like July.
I met my fellow Fellows tonight. What a range of personalities, ages, and experiences! There's an Italian polyglot classical guitarist from Hawaii, a Spanish media editor from Texas, an ex-CIA man from Oneida who dove headfirst into opera midlife at Glimmerglass.