This semester I have spent an inordinate amount of time “chasing my tail,” as a fellow director put it. With my community group, we found out that our venue for our concert next week is having a dance next door to the sanctuary we’d be performing in (it’s a church with a private school attached). We forgot to ask about it, and they didn’t think to mention it. So I spent most of my Friday driving around town and on the phone with my Executive Director trying to find a new venue that worked for the repertoire in this concert (all unaccompanied, “cathedral” type music that needs a hall with lots of ring). It turned out that the dance will actually be on the other side of the building, not right next to us, and would basically be over by the time we started. So…lots of panic, and in the end we are back where we started.
I’ve found myself doing a lot of this sort of thing this year. I’m not sure why. Schedule problems, billing problems, logistics problems, and a whole host of things that were never a problem in the past, but for some reason this year they are.
I’m not the type that thinks this type of work is “beneath” me because I am a “conductor,” (I actually don’t know too many people in our profession who really think like that…it seems to be a bit of a stereotype). Like many of us I got my start as a public school music teacher, and if you aren’t OK with grunt work, well…you’re in the wrong profession. But with all these essentially non-musical problems out there that I have to spend so much of time and energy on, I wind up short changing the musical and creative parts of my job. And that’s not fair to my singers.
I hope this doesn’t sound like I’m whining (I am whining a teeny bit)…my jobs are wonderful, and I wouldn’t change them for anything. And I also know that life is like that…there is always something to fix. It’s the nature of things. So, I try to laugh at the silly things, handle the big things, close the door and unplug the phone and do some score study or open-ended “creative” time, and then make sure to play with my kids when I get home. That always helps. Then, I charge into the next rehearsal as fresh as I can, and I watch those wonderful singers who are devoted to this art form, and that lifts me up. It always does.
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