Daffodils....

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

Narrowing it down...

We met with the radiation oncologist on Tuesday. A wonderful man who clearly knows what he is doing. We were tickled to learn that he had originally been a piano major at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music - until (as he said) they kicked him out for playing Pop Warner Football one summer instead of devoting himself to his art.

The appointment was at 10, but we arrived at 9:30 to make sure we were in the right place and had time for the paperwork. He met us at the front desk, and said he'd be with us in just a couple of minutes. I think that is the first time in my life I've been taken early by a doctor! He spent a good two hours with us going over all the current information on prostate cancer treatments, and did a very thorough exam.

He agreed that it would be good to have the biopsy sent out for a second opinion, so I will definitely do that. Still, I doubt there will be a change, and I need to decide how I want to proceed. The doctor recommended surgery to remove the prostate, as had the urologist. However, the reason for the recommendation is that we just don't have data yet out 15 years on the modern types of radiation treatment. The numbers from the past (which gave surgery a slight edge in mortality figures at 15 years) were based on treatments that had been done in the 1960s. Radiation technology has come a long way since then.

The person who is doing those types of studies is scheduled to speak at a convention in the next couple of months, and the doctor felt that they would probably be announcing the results of the current 15 year data at that time. I am very curious to see what it is going to be. The radiation oncologists experience was that in the very few cases where cancer recurs after treatment with radiation implants, it is not in the prostate. This means that the cancer had already spread before the treatment took place. I am confident that I am early enough in this discovery process that that has not happened for me.

Lots of friends have been very helpful with testimonials about treatment they or their friends have had. I have to look at the overall numbers, though. Quality of life is very important to me, and from what I've learned so far the risks of problems in that regard is far greater with surgery than with the radiation implants. That is the direction I am leaning, but I am still in the learning stage.

Whew!

After waiting with bated breath, we received our letters this week informing us we had passed our auditions and were being asked back to sing in the volunteer chorus with the Carmel Bach Festival! With the changes that have been made, there were no guarantees, so we are quite elated. St. Matthew Passion, here we come!

Sing, sing, sing...

On Saturday we had our all day retreat with the Camerata Singers in preparation for our concert next month. It was a gorgeous day, and we made significant headway on all our music. I am particularly taken with Randall Thompson's "The Lord is My Shepherd" - just a gorgeous piece.

In the meantime: "Lagaramshu! Lagaramashu goyim!"

In Friendship's Name...

My college roommate Jim came to visit this weekend. We hadn't had much opportunity to see each other for some time, and it was wonderful to see him. It occurred to me that he and I use a lot of the same expressions - but I can't remember if I got them from him or him from me! We managed to pick up where we had left off all those years ago. It is an interesting time displacement phenomenon. Our comfort level and familiarity was such that it was as if we had been in close contact all along. Friends truly can be forever.

Audition time!

Today we had our auditions for the volunteer chorus for the Carmel Bach Festival. My wife and I like to take the first slots, but amazingly, a friend of ours managed to grab the first one moments before I got through to schedule the appointments. Still, positions two and three aren't bad.

We met the new chorus master, Andrew Megill from Westmister Choir College in Princeton, NJ. I had worked in the kitchen at Quad Club with some of the students from WCC when I was in college, so had some familiarity with the institution beyond mere reputation.

He is quite a personable fellow, and we had a nice time talking with him. The auditions themselves were pretty difficult - considerably more so than the equivalent ones last year. Still, we got through them OK and have the rest of the weekend free from the stress of preparation.

The warranty must have expired!

I need to go back and look at my user manual - I must have come with a 50 year warranty. Now that it has expired, little (and not so little) things are going wrong. As I was having my biennial physical exam, my doctor apologized for keeping his finger in my nether throat for so long. He wasn't sure, but something felt a little odd on my prostate and he recommended I see a urologist. The urologist was impressed that my regular doctor had noticed anything, because it was very subtle. However, he agreed that there seemed to be some hardening down there, and had a biopsy done. That showed that in fact I have a small area of prostate cancer.

As you can imagine, that was not welcome news. It is not life threatening and is very treatable. However, my options both have unpleasant possible outcomes. Surgery to remove the prostate will completely take care of the cancer. It will be gone, with no danger of it spreading. However, there is a 50-70% chance of impotence afterwards (not to mention a 3-10% chance of incontinence!)

Radiation therapy is pretty good these days, and the data show that it is just as effective 15 years out. Unfortunately, they don't have data beyond that. The doctor indicated that if it were he, he would opt for the surgery. Then he added "I think..." The problem with doing the radiation is that if ends up not being effective, surgery is no longer an option, and the only treatment would be hormone therapy which would basically eliminate libido.

Damned if you do and damned if you don't!

I have not decided what to do yet, but will talk to the radiation oncologist before choosing which option to take.

Needless to say, I have had better days.

Of happiness the very pith...

There is a tradition among the online Gilbert & Sullivan community "Savoynet" of getting together when possible and singing through as many of the operettas of that wondrous duo as possible. For simplicity's sake, these gatherings are known as "QWERTYIOP"s. The first ever US West Coast QWERT took place yesterday, and I was fortunate to be close enough to attend.

It was prompted by a visit from a pair of British Savoynetters, returning home after a cruise to Hawaii. People turned out in force to meet the delightful couple, and the group managed to get through four (count 'em, four!) of the operas: Patience, Iolanthe, Yeomen of the Guard and Pirates of Penzance. My wife and I managed to get there in time to participate in all but the first one, having had churchly duties in the morning. We even brought along a photo of D'Oyly Carte tenor Philip Potter (seen above as Nanki-Poo) for its place of honor on the piano - something that is de rigeur at a QWERT for the simple reason that there was one at the very first such gathering.

We enjoyed ourselves immensely, and some of the voices were truly outstanding. Whenever someone stumbled over a phrase, the 30 or so singing the chorus parts would chime right in and help put the soloist back on track. There is nothing quite like the G&S commuity!

Tempus fugit!

Over halfway into January already... Hardly seems possible.

The New Year's Day service at the Episcopal church was interesting. Other than the six of us who were serving, there was one parishioner! Our priest decided it would be best if we all sat up in the choir, and so the service was intimate and lovely. I did one of the readings, and played the bandura to accompany my wife as she sang "I wonder as I wander." The sermon was more of a group discussion than a lecture, and it ended up being one of the more spiritually uplifting services I have attended in quite a while!

Our sons visited for a couple of days during the week between Christmas and New Years - one from the east coast and one from the Bay Area. It was nice to spend some time with them. It is difficult to do so at this busy time in their lives, so every moment is greatly appreciated. The oldest needed to go to Santa Barbara to meet up with his girl friend for the return to New Jersey, so my wife and I decided to make a night of it by staying at the Ballard Inn in the Santa Ynez Valley. It is a lovely B&B, with excellent food and even a little wine tasting.

Then last week our youngest daughter came to stay for a few days during her winter break from Berkeley. She even came to church with us on Sunday and she and I played flute and recorder on Bach's "Sheep may safely graze" while the choir sang. It was a real pleasure to make music with her.

Things are gradually returning to normal as vacations are over and the new year quickly ages.

Thank goodness *that's* over!

We managed to survive the Christmas rush, attending four services in two days. It started with 10 AM Sunday morning, to celebrate Advent IV. No choir for that one. That evening there was a 7 PM Christmas service at the Lutheran church. We arrived about 20 after 5, after a nice, easy dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. (Their new mango curry pizza is wonderful!) I brought along my viol and my bandura, and intended to tune the 4 octaves of the latter instrument when we got there. I figured there would be plenty of time, as the choir rehearsal didn't start until 5:45.

So much for expectations! The organist was already there, and was unhappy that middle C on the principal was out of tune, despite the organ having been tuned that week. As I was present at the tuning, I had some concept of how to fix it. Fortunately, it was one of the facade pipes and the problem was obvious. Somehow the flanges around the aperture had been flattened out, so I simply bent them back to their normal position and voila! The organ, she is in tune.

At that moment our violinist appeared. I hadn't expected her until 6:15, but was glad to see her. We worked out which pieces she would play and when, and even had the chance to go through them. It is pretty stressful rehearsing something for the first time an hour or so before you have to perform it! Luckily, she is a professional, and quickly mastered the parts. I went back to continue tuning the bandura when I heard a scream. The violinist had missed a stair and had fallen to her knees. She was a bit shaken, so we sat with her for several minutes while we made sure nothing was seriously wrong.

The choir was now showing up for rehearsal. Most of the folks were out of town, so we had greatly diminished forces. In fact, other than having two sopranos, we were basically one on a part. I had taken this into consideration when programming the music, making sure there was a lot of solo work. Still, we needed to go through it a few times. Finally I got back to the bandura and managed to finish tuning it.

As part of the prelude music, the violinist and I played "Greensleeves on a ground." It consisted of a repeating series of chords that I played on the bandura, over which the violin had variations on the famous melody.

During the service itself my wife sang "Vom himmel hoch" as a solo, accompanied by violin and tenor viol. It was lovely. All of the music went very well, and we got many compliments as we were leaving.

We then headed over to the Episcopal church, where we sang a concert intermixed with carols at 9:30 and then the "midnight" service at 10 PM. We had diminished forces there as well, but at least had two on every part. The music was challenging, and we hadn't had long to rehearse it. The adrenaline kicked in, and we managed to sing it better that evening than at any of the rehearsals. We certainly did not peak too soon!

Christmas morning it was back to the Episcopal church. In addition to doing one of the readings, I played "Carol of the Bells" on the bandura during communion. The folks there were quite appreciative.

We visited some friends afterwards and had lunch with them, and then they came to our place to watch "Life of Brian," one of my favorite holiday movies. In the evening we visited some other friends, sharing our truffle liqueur and their homemade limoncello, while reading and answering questions from a trivia game. It was a lot of fun.

Next morning I woke up congested - I had finally caught my wife's cold...

The hours creep on apace...

Hard to believe, but Christmas is almost here. The town is decorated with banners and lights, and the rain has stopped. My wife caught a cold from one of her students, and it has been hanging on, making her miserable. We tried to go to the Chanticleer concert last night (we had had the tickets for awhile), but had to leave after the first two pieces. Her cough chose to manifest itself at that time, and it became clear we would not be able to stay. So it goes. What we heard was lovely, so it wasn't a complete loss.

We're taking it easy today, as we have two services to sing on Christmas eve, featuring a lot of what is essentially solo work.

On a brighter note, I received a CD in the mail yesterday (won it for 99 cents on eBay) called "Should Auld Acquaintance be Forgot." It is a recording of original versions of a lot of popular carols and patriotic songs. I have been looking for it for a long time - the one I had had was stolen several years ago, and it is out of print. It contains the original Mendelssohn piece "Vaterland in deinen Gauen" from his Gutenberg Festgesang which was reworked into "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing." Mendelssohn's text is praise for Gutenberg, and the setting is for men's voices. There are some minor differences (especially in the "Joyful, all ye nations rise" strain) that are quite delightful and an entire contrasting "B" section. It is really a lot of fun.

A triumph, I tell you, a triumph!

The remaining concerts went very well, indeed. We were delighted to sing to full houses at every performance, and the comments afterward were all extremely positive. Sadly, no reviewers from the local papers attended. All I've been able to find is this one extremely positive entry from the blog "The Odd Review." The best part, though, was that we all felt extremely good about the concerts afterwards, feeling we had really put our collective best foot forward.

Now we get a whole two weeks off before returning to our rehearsal schedule for our next series, featuring Leonard Bernstein's "Chichester Psalms" and Aaron Copland's "Old American Songs."

One down, two to go...

Our concert last night was quite successful. There was a good turnout, and the audience was quite enthusiastic. There's nothing quite like the feeling of being able to share the gift of music with a live audience, especially when it involves singing. There is no middleman - the communication between performer and listener is unimpeded. It is a very vulnerable thing to do, and as a result the connection from heart to heart is palpable.

My daughter was visiting from grad school this last week, and I took her to my voice teacher for a lesson. She had never had one before, but has a lot of natural ability. The first thing my teacher asked was "why do you like to sing?" She pointed out that the question included the answer (the Linguistics major in her coming through). He thought about that for a second and decided she was right, and changed it to "why do you sing?" Her answer - as it probably is for most of us - was "because I enjoy it."

That is what it all comes down to - singing makes us feel good. That feeling translates into that certain "je ne sais quois" in a live performance, and it is picked up by the audience. It is a wonderful way to spend the evening, and makes it worth getting into the tuxedo!

We give the concert again this evening and tomorrow afternoon.

Now you hear it, now you don't

Our conductor pulled the plug on my cornetto debut, more's the pity. He called me over and said that it was too loud. When I suggested that I could point it in a different direction, he clarified his statement to indicate he didn't like the effect. "So," I responded, "you meant that being able to hear it at all made it too loud!" ;-)

Oh well. I probably would have choked under the adrenaline of performance anyway. That mouthpiece is awfully tiny...

Truffle Country

Colle del Capitano

The Farm and Guesthouse
Italy has a big industry called "agrituristica." Essentially, that is a bed and breakfast located on a farm or other agricultural endeavor. This is the one where we stayed, just outside of Monteleone di Spoleto.

Goose Eggs

Colle del Capitano is a true working farm, owned by the Vannozzi family. It has been in their possession for over 100 years, and probably much longer. The eggs on the counter came from their geese, and our hostess gladly made us omelets from them. One egg was sufficient to feed the both of us. She even asked if we wanted her to put some truffles in it! Well.... OK....

It was great!

The Biga

On February 8, 1902, Isidoro Vannozzi (the ancestor of our hosts) stumbled upon an Etruscan tomb, right at the site of the current buildings. Legend has it that he was building a wine cellar. The prize artifact was an intact chariot, or Biga. This is a photo of the copy that is in a dedicated museum below the chiesa S. Francesco. The original is in the Metropolitan Museum. The town is trying to secure the return of the biga, but it has not had much success to date.

Gathering Truffles Reserved

I knew that the Valnerina was truffle country, but I didn't realize that this was true in the Monteleone environs. However, I came across this sign while taking a hike around the property. I later saw a man out among the trees, surrounded by dogs, poking the ground with a stick. It turned out to be our host gathering truffles. They ended up on our pasta that evening!

Room with a View

Our room wasn't fancy, but it was large, comfortable and had a kitchen. The view was not spectacular, but pastoral and calm. The grove in the distance is where signor Vannozzi showed me the truffles. After the hustle and bustle of our tour, our week in the peaceful and quiet Colle del Capitano was absolute heaven.

Bells are ringing...

It is that time of year again. The local city hall has changed the traditional hour chimes for Christmas music - on bells. I don't know if they have some sort of a machine that produces bell sounds that can be programmed, or if they use a recording. They certainly don't have a carillon (or even a campanile).

Whatever the source, the sound is the sound of bells. Unfortunately, unless the bells have been specifically constructed for music, they produce harmonics that do not match the standard harmonic series upon which most western music is based. As a result, normal tonal songs sound terrible when played on them. It is absolutely painful...

All Keys Are *Not* Equal....

Ross Duffin of Case Western University has come out with a wonderfully readable book on tunings called "How Equal Temperament Ruined Harmony (and why you should care!"

Reading about temperaments (tuning systems) can be dry and confusing, but professor Duffin brings the subject to life with a lively history and easy to understand explanations of the concepts involved.

Equal Temperament is what we are used to hearing today, with each octave being divided up into 12 equal sections. This allows a keyboard instrument to play equally out of tune in every key. In this book we learn that *unequal* tunings were actively used up until about 1917, by such luminaries as Bach, Mozart, Haydn and Beethoven, among others, despite the common belief that equal temperament had outmoded all others by the mid 18th century.

If you are at all interested in music, this book is a must read. It will open your mind (and your ears!)

Ancestral Homeland...

The Valnerina

After our tour was over, Elaine and I stayed on another week in Italy, rented a car and drove up to the Valnerina (Valley of the river Nera) region of southern Umbria. This is a beautiful area of central Italy tucked away in the Appenines and is the area from which my great grandfather Francesco came.

Scheggino


The little hillside town of Scheggino is nestled in the heart of the valley and at first blush seemed empty of people. However, we found a place to eat lunch at the Taverna del Brancaleoni.


Salume di Norcia


We ordered a selection of prepared meats (Salume) from the local area. They were made from wild boar, and were from the pork industry in Norcia, which produces the finest pork products in the world. They were absolutely delicious and very affordable.


Valley of the Nera


We proceeded southward and upward from Scheggino, up a windy, narrow road as we assaulted the mountains. This is the view looking back down the valley.


Appenines


I was impressed as to how much the scenery reminded me of central California. This photo could have been taken in Palo Colorado Canyon.


View from the pass


Our destination was just over the pass at about 1000 meters above sea level, so one last view looking over the valley from the highest point possible...

Now *that's* a (Spanish) trumpet! Or maybe not...

A nice comment from an old trumpet playing buddy of mine got me thinking a bit. It's been some years since I played regularly. Being an early music enthusiast, I recently acquired a cornetto. The embouchure is a bit different, so I have been avoiding playing the modern horn in an effort to build up the appropriate chops.

It is taking longer than I thought...

The cornetto is devilishly hard to play, with a tiny mouthpiece and fingerholes like a recorder that are not conveniently located. On top of that, middle "A" is completely open, so it is hard to hold the instrument while playing that note. The tuning is very sensitive, so one must be very careful to get the feel of the correct pitches.

So far I can last about 5 minutes, and am up to the "farting bedpost" stage.

Nevertheless, I have the opportunity to play it in public for the first time in a couple of weeks. My community chorus is singing a Chanukah piece called "Ocho Kandelikas" in our upcoming concert, and at one point it calls for a soprano solo in the style of a Spanish trumpet. There is a notation that a kazoo would be acceptable.

"Aha!" said I. "A perfect place for a cornetto!" The cornetto was considered to be the instrument that most closely resembled the human voice, and the way I play it sounds a bit like a kazoo. Our director went for it, and I'm going to be wailing away in two weeks. Luckily, it is only about 3 measure of music in an easy range. Now to see if I can make my lips buzz with all the adrenalin in the heat of passion of the performance!

Ahh - brrrrrrr!

Mighty cold here this morning. Mighty cold. Down in the 30s, which is rare in this part of California. The local paper suggests that records may be broken.

I'm wearing a sweater for the first time in years!

Family, family, family!

The Thanksgiving holiday was a family intense affair for us this year. Our son Derek and his girlfriend S flew out from the east coast, and we met at the Granlibakken resort at Lake Tahoe. Family members from all over converged to have an informal memorial service for Elaine's grandfather who recently passed away at the tender age of 96.

Two of her sisters with their families joined us, as well as her mom and her mom's husband. It was quite an affair. The resort provided Thanksgiving dinner, complete with two roast turkeys for the lot of us - 17 all together.

The next day we drove down to Auburn to see Elaine's aunt and uncle along with two cousins she hadn't seen in 20 years. Her grandmother was there as well, and we had another memorial with them.

Our friend Kitty and her gentleman caller live just a few miles from the resort, so we spent some time with them, and then on the way back stopped to see my brother Erik in Sacramento.

Poor S! She was completely inundated with new people all weekend long. She was a trouper, though, and now has much better insight into the environment that molded Derek. ;-)

Kyrie eleison

In church this morning we sang a wonderful setting of the spiritual "Steal Away" for men. It intersperses the hymn with the gregorian chant "Kyrie Orbis Factor." The effect is remarkable. I sang the top part, mostly in counter-tenor mode, as it goes up to a high B flat. It was great fun. On top of that, I managed to get my 94 year old mother to come to church to hear it, something she never does.

She was really cute. I've been telling her all week that we sing around 10:45, and that she should get there by 10:30 just to make sure. Alternatively, if she wanted to attend the whole service to be there by 10:00. She showed up at 9:20! That gave her the chance to hear the entire rehearsal process as well. I suspected that she would leave, but she lasted all the way to the end of the service, and she told me she really enjoyed "the whole program." It was nice to see her out in the congregation, and I was able to go and give her a hug during the sign of peace.

It's the little things...

Big place, that Rome...

Rome by Day
Santa Maria Maggiore Ceiling



This painting caught my eye due to all the Renaissance instruments and the snippet of music. You can see a viola da braccio, a postive organ, a lute and a cornetto. The music is a canon to the text "Gaude Maria."

San Bibiano



This unassuming little church was designed by Bernini. It is tucked away in a niche of the Termini train station. This is yet another of my artistic photoshopping endeavors.

Contrasting Artistic Visions



Rome has a lot of graffiti. I found this contrast between the "modern" and the "traditional" to be food for thought.

Tower



This tower at the eastern end of the Termini station cries out Mussolini to me. I don't know why. Mussolini era, in any event.

San Giovanni in Laterano Tabernacle



This is the ceiling of the papal altar in the center of St. John Lateran, which is
officially *the* cathedral of Rome. Only the pope is allowed to say mass from it.

Santa Maria Dei Miracoli Cupola



This is the site of our final performance for the tour. We participated in a mass at 5 PM on a Sunday, and then gave a short concert afterwards.

Rest' in pace...

Our friend Tim died last night at 10:52 PM. He was diagnosed with bone cancer about a year and a half ago, and it was untreatable except for pain relief. Tim was our age, and a happy go lucky independent commercial fisherman. He was always very generous with us, and glad to have us drop in. We ate many pounds of freshly caught salmon over the past few years, thanks to him.

Tim passed away at home, and was still there when I stopped by to visit this morning, so I was able to say my final farewell. My wife and I visited him earlier this week after a prolonged period - we are very happy we did.

A(hhh) Roma!

Rome by Night
Colosseum



In summertime, nighttime is the best time to walk around Rome. The temperature is very pleasant, and the town is just coming to life. As you can see, I had some fun adorning these photos with "artistic" touches.

Colosseum Arches



The Forum



Victor Emmanuel Monument



Also known as the Wedding Cake!

Pranzo in Assisi

Assisi
Ristorante I Monaci



Lunch at I Monaci



Umbrian Countryside



Street of Stairs



The Rocca

Even more from Florence...

Palazzo Vecchio



Dante's Head



Legend has it that this is a profile of Dante's head inscribed by Michelangelo.

Road to Santa Croce



Santa Croce



The beautifully ornate ceiling of Santa Croce, where many famous people are laid to rest, including Michelangelo, Galileo, Rossini, Machiavelli and Dante, just to name a few.

Capella Bardi



The chapel in Santa Croce for the family of Count Bardi, who was the founder of the 16th century Florentine Camerata, a group dedicated to the reform of music, and after which our singing group is named.

Più... di Firenze

Montecatini Alta


Balcony View in Montecatini Terme


Angelic Lutenist


This painting is adjacent to the clock in the Duomo.

Campanile


Hymn to St. John


There is a statue of Guido d'Arezzo in the Uffizi courtyard, and he is holding the hymn "Ut queant laxis" in his hand. He used this piece to help the monks learn to sing, by associating each note of the scale with the first syllable of each line: Ut, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La

Ut queant laxis
resonare fibris
Mira gestorum
famuli tuorum,
Solve polluti
labii reatum, Sancte Iohannes.

Ancora le fotografie... Venezia

Venice
Grand Canal from the Accademia Bridge


Carving on St. Mark's


The Campanile


Vaporetto View of the Grand Canal

Ho cinquanta anni

Another birthday has come and gone. Now I am 50. Egad...

I think this calls for a full year of celebration! We'll start by going to Maui for a week.

Aloha!

Fotografie - ecco le!

Here are some photos from our Europe trip.

The Spires of Prague

Svaty Jan (St. John Under the Cliff)


Cesky Krumlov, Czech Republic


Salzburg Castle at Sunset


Oldtown Salzburg and Castle