Good morning, all! I slept well until 2:10 am when the Oaf Above Me returned with his usual door slam accompanied by his clomping and slamming about for around 10-15 minutes; then he left the apartment and I fell back to sleep. I have no idea if he returned after that, but I slept well. I have no memory of any dreams, and since some of them have been quite bizarre, I find that a pleasant change.
The Oaf is home and he isn't alone; I just heard a bit of a woman's voice along with a heavy tread across the ceiling.
This morning we record Metropolitan Opera bass Valerian Ruminski, followed by the formidable Met soprano Margaret Jane Wray, who will finish up her set before recording a duet with Zak Stains. The session went really well yesterday, with a lot of funny and nice folk visiting and singing: Margaret Jane, Korliss Uecker who's on a little scooter or crutches (she's traveling with both) because of ankle surgery, Rose Sullivan, George Dvorsky, Zak Stains, and our 22 year-old baby in the group, Steven LaBrie. They all got on well, we recorded our ensembles as well as four solos by Margaret Jane and one by Steven. The auditorium of the Academy of Arts and Letters, where we are recording is starting to get chilly (it will be realy cold in January), so we had to bring in space heaters to keep the hands of our talented pianist limber.
Our producer has decided he doesn't like one of our singers and he knocks her every chance he can get. It's pissing me off for several reasons: she has a lovely high soprano with a silvery and bright edge to it he calls "shrill"; she saved our asses when we needed to bring in another singer and she literally learned the music at the last minute; and he heard her record a duet on the first day she recorded and has heard nothing else she's done. I am not happy he's pulling this crap.
