Monday, June 25, 2012
Pride is over, all that’s left is a sunburn, a hangover and a bunch of pictures. Friday and Saturday Stan Hill stood on the stage at Ted Mann Concert Hall and waved his arms around for the last time. He’s going to wave his arms at us in Denver in a couple of weeks at GALA, then he’s off to sip “Stanhattans” in Palm Springs. We’re gonna miss him something fierce. I’m sure he’s not going to let his talent rust: I’m sure we’ll see more compositions out of him.
At the concert, we introduced the Twin Cities to our new Artistic Director, Ben Riggs. He’ll be the one waving his arms around next year, and he got …
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Hell Week has arrived. That’s what we call the week leading up to a concert. This Hell Week is going to be particularly hellish, too. In addition to our “regular” Tuesday night rehearsal at Hennepin Avenue United Methodist Church, we have our tech rehearsal tonight and dress rehearsal tomorrow night. Friday night is show time.
This is going to be a very special concert. Our Pride Concert usually is, but this one is going to be extra special in that we are bidding a bittersweet farewell to our mentor and muse for the last twelve years, Dr. Stan Hill. The maestro has finally decided to hang up his baton, but something tells me that we have not heard the …
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Monday, June 4, 2012
When I was seven years old, my Christmas present was a gift that keeps on giving: chicken pox. My mom probably brought me over to see little Dennis when he had them on purpose. He’d have been about two at the time, so he probably doesn’t remember it. The idea, of course, is that they wanted me to get chicken pox and get them over with while I was still a kid, ’cause they’re a lot worse when you get them as a grown-up. Nowaways we live in a more civilized age where we can vaccinate, but they didn’t have the chicken pox vaccine when I was a kid, or wingnuts like Michele Bachmann crusading against it.
Ouch!
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