As I wrote yesterday, today I’m taking my students to a music festival, where they will play and sing solo selections for judges. They get a score based on their performance, as well as useful feedback from the judges about tone, pitch, articulation, musicality, and the rest. It’s a very fun day, but also a very busy one.
As I noted in yesterday’s post, it always seems to coincide with one of the busiest seasons of the year, when time constrains are at their most stringent and intense. Almost everyone reading this blog understands there is an ebbing and flowing to life: you might enjoy one (even two!) weeks of routine, maybe even a bit of a lighter schedule than usual.
Then—BAM!—everything comes due, breaks, and goes haywire at once. As my friend and regular reader Barnard Fife once told me, “trouble is like grapes: it comes in bunches.” Amen, BF.
The original post behind this threat, “Monday Steakhouse Blues,” was written at a particularly tough time for yours portly. I found myself without Internet and putting in very long hours (and this was well before I had twenty-ish students for private lessons). I spent a weary Monday evening eating steak at Western Sizzlin’ and writing a blog post on my phone. The steak was good, but everything else at the time was pretty miserable.
Thank God for better organization, a greater sense of perspective (this is just life, and it will pass), and for 10 milligrams of citalopram every morning. Gotta be thankful for the little things.
The “Memorable Monday” version of this post, which I have also reblogged below, went live the week before everything in South Carolina shut down due to the dawning of The Age of The Virus. In other words, it was the last week of The Before Times, in The Long, Long Ago. There are many things I miss about The Before Times, but a silver-lining of The Age of The Virus was that it saved me from the intense burnout I was experiencing at the time.
With that, here is 9 March 2020’s “Memorable Monday II: Monday Steakhouse Blues” (on a Thursday!):
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