Vaquero's one of the judges this year for a juried prize that goes to an original music score by a Cuban composer.
UPS delivered the box of scores. By the size there must be a million of them.
It is sitting in the middle of the space where I put my mat for my floor workout.
This cannot be allowed.
Where will I put it, until Vaquero gets back from NO again (he's there for the Tennessee Williams Festival -- doing a panel about now on the Gulf and New Orleans) and can take it to the office?
Argh! I can't work out until I move this carton. Today is mat work. Yesterday was cardio-vascular. Argh!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
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2 comments:
The music score job is really great.
Is it CDs or paper scores?
Well, being on the jury for a music composition prize isn't a 'job.' You certainly do not get paid for it.
These are paper scores. It's the composition, not the performance, that is judged. CDs wouldn't work for that. You can read a score far faster than hearing one.
Love, C.
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