watch this video. now.
i remember strolling along the youtube universe and stopping at this beautiful gem. i cannot imagine what musical theatre would have been like for all aspiring actresses without this woman. sure, you'd still have your idina's and sherie's...but i have yet to hear anyone be so consistent in both recordings and live performances. and the emotion! of course, i live for emotion. at least on the stage. sometimes it seems like everything can be said better from the stage. it makes you understand a little more clearly, bringing you poignant moments of liberation. and in this small, small clip, you don't listen for the imperfections in her voice, to make sure her vowels are rounded and that her posture is supportive of good sound. you just watch her face. the feeling that is there...is heart-wrenching and beautiful.
i know i'm somewhat alone in my love for bernadette. she's not in our "generation of musical theatre acceptance" at all. i mean, after all, she is 60. 60!! but i sure do hope that i sound as seasoned and as polished as she does when i turn 60.
it is amazing what God gives us. he never leaves us without a medium of communicating to others. if you can't speak definitively, he'll make you a painter, or a pianist, or a passionate vocalist. and then everything you do with your art will be your voice. i love how it all works out. glory.
(sigh) God bless Bernadette.
9.30.2008
9.29.2008
"has to be, HAS to be!!"
rebekah posegate: known lovingly to many as "pose", this girl has a way of making my spirit dance.
for the first time in a couple months, i got to see her up in huntington while chris rehearsed some songs with another dear one, abi. it's always funny when we first start talking because we just kind of smile and "yeah" a lot. lots of nodding and haha's...we aren't big talkers together.
i remember during GODSPELL summer, one of the reasons that i loved our house was because cara, pose, and i were quiet. and it worked well. it's not because we didn't want to talk to one another. or that we HATED one another. i think we just enjoyed the silence after having all those rambunctious rehearsals and performances. some of my best moments of communion happened with those girls.
in the times where we DID actually talk, there was no boredom. we'd talk about hopes and dreams and thoughts on life. we'd enjoy bubble tea and the calm.
and seeing her at huntington this time was no different. after we got through all the giggles and formalities of "what's new", we broke open to both our hearts and just let them sit out on the table in the MCA's room 106. again, we talked about life, hopes and dreams, and enjoyed the short time of calm and okayness. i wish i had this girl forever in my life. she's a jewel.
we talked about our future plans, about kristen in L.A., the loves of our life. we talked about silly things and important things. just so good.
mmm...so good.
love that girl.
(there's tons more that can be said about this girl, but honestly...the blog post would never end.)
for the first time in a couple months, i got to see her up in huntington while chris rehearsed some songs with another dear one, abi. it's always funny when we first start talking because we just kind of smile and "yeah" a lot. lots of nodding and haha's...we aren't big talkers together.
i remember during GODSPELL summer, one of the reasons that i loved our house was because cara, pose, and i were quiet. and it worked well. it's not because we didn't want to talk to one another. or that we HATED one another. i think we just enjoyed the silence after having all those rambunctious rehearsals and performances. some of my best moments of communion happened with those girls.
in the times where we DID actually talk, there was no boredom. we'd talk about hopes and dreams and thoughts on life. we'd enjoy bubble tea and the calm.
and seeing her at huntington this time was no different. after we got through all the giggles and formalities of "what's new", we broke open to both our hearts and just let them sit out on the table in the MCA's room 106. again, we talked about life, hopes and dreams, and enjoyed the short time of calm and okayness. i wish i had this girl forever in my life. she's a jewel.
we talked about our future plans, about kristen in L.A., the loves of our life. we talked about silly things and important things. just so good.
mmm...so good.
love that girl.
(there's tons more that can be said about this girl, but honestly...the blog post would never end.)
9.02.2008
if you hold it too close, you'll lose it...
it's funny how you can hear a song years before you'll understand its relevance...
today i was listening to some older music of rebecca st.james, just by chance, and i came across a song that speaks about the worries of life, what's to become of it, what i'm supposed to do with it, and the like...and the chorus rang true to me:
"don't worry about your life 'cause if you hold it too close, you'll lose it."
and that's basically what i've been doing for the past couple years...and instead of living life, i've just let time slip by, wondering when my life will start, when i'll start my life-long mission...
but i'm in it. i'm doing it right now. every day is a new mission. every day there are chances upon chances to see God's direction in my life. but i keep waiting for something bigger.
i think a lot about how all i'm doing is being a retail manager, forcibly convincing people with little money to spend beyond their means, coaxing them into applying for credit cards, inevitably setting them up for credit failure or more unneeded distress. i know this isn't where i'm supposed to spend the rest of my time...
and then, along with rebecca's words, today i strolled across a dear friend's facebook site to pick up another empowering piece:
If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the host of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well.
finding the extraordinary in the ordinary.
it's amazing how my faith has come full circle. there were months upon months where i doubted, i questioned, and i had no answers. i neglected the church, i neglected many Godly perspectives because i didn't want to believe just to believe. or practice just to practice. and now, i'm thirsty again. i'm hungry for Truth. every sunday i work makes me more and more desperate for a spiritual nourishment. and i realize now, that i am at war. far greater than any earthly war. and i want to win.
oh, God...help.
today i was listening to some older music of rebecca st.james, just by chance, and i came across a song that speaks about the worries of life, what's to become of it, what i'm supposed to do with it, and the like...and the chorus rang true to me:
"don't worry about your life 'cause if you hold it too close, you'll lose it."
and that's basically what i've been doing for the past couple years...and instead of living life, i've just let time slip by, wondering when my life will start, when i'll start my life-long mission...
but i'm in it. i'm doing it right now. every day is a new mission. every day there are chances upon chances to see God's direction in my life. but i keep waiting for something bigger.
i think a lot about how all i'm doing is being a retail manager, forcibly convincing people with little money to spend beyond their means, coaxing them into applying for credit cards, inevitably setting them up for credit failure or more unneeded distress. i know this isn't where i'm supposed to spend the rest of my time...
and then, along with rebecca's words, today i strolled across a dear friend's facebook site to pick up another empowering piece:
If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the host of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well.
finding the extraordinary in the ordinary.
it's amazing how my faith has come full circle. there were months upon months where i doubted, i questioned, and i had no answers. i neglected the church, i neglected many Godly perspectives because i didn't want to believe just to believe. or practice just to practice. and now, i'm thirsty again. i'm hungry for Truth. every sunday i work makes me more and more desperate for a spiritual nourishment. and i realize now, that i am at war. far greater than any earthly war. and i want to win.
oh, God...help.
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