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Leave the gun, take the cannoli.

March 28, 2013

This week has been insanity.

On Monday, something really big broke on my main toy right before its release. One of the people who was supposed to get it fixed tried to convince me that it wasn’t that important to fix it. “That’s like saying it’s okay to say it’s okay to print a math textbook when your zero key is broken.” “Oh.”

On Tuesday, the toy was magically fixed (magically, because no one seemed to know why it had broken in the first place). At the end of the day I went to the doctor and received some news that was potentially alarming (it’s okay, mom and dad — it ends well, keep reading!)

On Wednesday morning, I went to another doctor and found out I was right as rain. I got to work late, turned on my computer and got the blue screen of death. IT came to take my computer away. They couldn’t recover anything. What’s more, the computer took out the backup on the way down. At this point in the week my response was, “Yeah whatever.” On the plus side, I have a brand new laptop and it’s nice and tidy (because I have no more files).

On Thursday (hey, that’s today!), I was kind of terrified to go to work. But I went anyway. I was half expecting the computer to be fixed, since so far, the thing that broke the day before got fixed the morning after, albeit before some other catastrophe hit. Sadly, that was not to be. But neither have any further catastrophes have presented themselves and it is nearly bedtime, so I’m hoping I’m in the clear.

This evening I got home from work, wolfed down some dinner, grabbed my fiddle and headed out for my first Holy Week gig. Tenebrae is probably my favorite service. It’s sort of a reenactment of the last supper. The foot washing is a little creepy, but I love the way the Mass ends in silence and darkness. The service itself, though was full of music. I thought it was going to be just me playing, but there turned out to be lots of people — a young girl playing violin near the altar with a guitarist. Me and two other violinists in the choir loft with a choir and the organist. The man who sang that beautiful Veni Emmanuel at Christmas was there, and I got to tell him how beautiful it was.

I’ve never had a church gig with an organist who likes to fly by the seat of his pants to the degree that our organist does. He seems to think everyone can improvise like he can which is, you know, not true. In the middle of the service, he whipped out a book of sonatas I loaned him, picked a movement I’d never seen before — a slow and improvisatory movement — and asked all three of us violins to sightread it. We looked at it and nodded — what could we do. AFterwards the violinist on my left asked if I’d ever played it before. I shook my head. We were doubtful. The service went on and things went smoothly. During the sermon, the organist came over to talk to us about the piece and I suggested it was too hard to sightread and we should try something else — maybe another hymn. The organist turned to the violinist on my right, who actually does know how to improvise and well, and asks (in his heavy Russian accent), “You know theme to Godfather?” The violinist on my left and I exchange skeptical glances. The violinist on my right asks the organist to repeat his question, as if the idea was so outrageous that he must have been mistaken. “You play theme from Godfather.” Umm… After the organist was back behind his console, the violinist on my right pulled a folio of a setting of Pange Lingua off the desk in front of us. “Maybe we could play this instead.”

The arrangement turned out to be a little weird, but I”m pretty sure it was a better choice than The Godfather theme. Although I’m kind of wondering what would have happened if he played it.

Tomorrow AJ and I get to spend the day with Toddler J, whose daycare is closed for Good Friday. Cranky’s office, however, is not. We have big plans. In the evening, I have to decide if I’m brave enough to play Biber in church or if I’m going to take the easy way out and read through some hymns. Then again, maybe I’ll break out the Godfather theme. And then I could intone from the choir loft, after the Seven Last Words, “Look how they massacred my boy!”

3 Comments leave one →
  1. March 29, 2013 5:07 am

    Whew your week has been one crazy ride!

  2. March 29, 2013 8:19 am

    I would very much like to be in your church tonight! Made me laugh: “Look how they massacred my boy!”

  3. March 29, 2013 9:16 am

    Heh. One funny organist.

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