Big dates - moral support

[acmespaceship]

Now that I've buttered you up with a chocolate recipe, I can ask you to think supportive thoughts as our son auditions for college (yes, we are all that old) as a prospective jazz piano performance major. 

Saturday Feb. 7 - NIU Jazz Studies (Chicago)
Sunday   Feb. 8 - Berklee College of Music (Chicago auditions)
Saturday Feb. 14 - U of I Jazz Studies (Urbana)

I just got a call from Willie Pickens himself to set up the NIU audition.  The last time I got a call this cool it was from former Cubs pitcher Richard Nye who is our ferret's veterinarian. 

For more than a year we've been living and breathing the up-tempo standard, ballad, blues improv, and "I've Got Rhythm" changes plus major, minor, pentatonic and blues scales.  Plus a Bach invention, a classical (Mozart) and romantic (Chopin) sonata movement and a 20th century work (Joplin: Solace) because at NIU and UIUC the jazz pianists also have to pass a classical audition.

This is where the rubber meets the pudding and the chickens come home to prove the road.  Wish him luck auditioning, and wish me luck to not have a stroke. 
I am calm I am calm I am calm ack I am calm

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[scarfman]

our son auditions for college (yes, we are all that old)

Our kids have kids. Well, the younger one does.

[acmespaceship.livejournal.com]

Indeed. And I am already a great aunt and a grand godmother (or perhaps a god grandmother? Great god! mother?) Yet friends who have older kids are often still startled when they hear my guy's off to college next year (knock on wood). It must be that other peoples' kids age faster than our own. I can think of several likely reasons for this, not least of which is that we aren't paying as much attention... and we didn't have to pay for all the food. Is the empty nest all it's cracked up to be?

[scarfman]

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