Monday, October 15, 2012

A Website?!

Can I just say that trying to make a website is the most excruciating thing I have ever done (and two times I have jumped into a frozen Wisconsin lake).  I don't get it.  I don't enjoy it or get it.  There are so many words that are meaningless to me.  Like, "CNAME," "DOMAIN," and "MAP YOUR SITE."

I hate it.  Shoot me.

Anyway, it's www.kikawright.com.  She's not done, but she will be if it's the last thing I do.

In other news, I was a finalist at an audition I took.  The group shall remain nameless.  This is the first time this has happened to me (aside from the audition I won, because few if no other bassoonists took it).  It felt awesome.  More on that later.  Right now I'm going to go hit my head against the wall until I pass out and fall into a fitful slumber full of binary code.

Peace out!

Kika

Monday, July 30, 2012

The Halfway Point

Greetings from high in the sky!  To refresh thine memories, I am in Aspen, Colorado this summer, participating in the Aspen Music Festival.  It's all right here, very different from Pittsburgh.  Allow me to enumerate the differences.
1. Everyone seems to have a lot of money.
2. It's very "kid-friendly."
3. Everything costs a million dollars.  ($4 for a piece of pizza?  It should be free!)
4. It's almost 8000 feet up.
5. No one has a comforting accent.
6. Everyone (men, women, children) wear biking outfits,  It's stressful.

That's not to say that I'm not having the time of my life, because I am.  I have played six concerts since I got here, so I have been quite busy.  I have gotten to work with some really great conductors, and some very fine young musicians.  Also, some professional musicians, who I will not name for fear of retribution.  But I suppose I can tell you WHAT I played, right?  The highlights have been, Dvorak's Ninth Symphony, Symphonie Fantastique, and Ein Heldenleben.  But I would say my greatest and most satisfying musical achievement to date was playing second bassoon in the Fourth of July Band.  Yeah, that was definitely it.

Today I rode the gondola up Aspen Mountain.  I did not like it.  It was slow, and went very high above the ground, and when I got to the top, I was very high in the sky.  I like to be down low.  I am but five feet tall, so I am not accustomed to seeing above things.  Even so, it was quite fun and enjoyable.  At the top, there is a building called The Sundeck, where people can buy different foods and beverages (alcoholic and non) and play games.  I played 1/4th of a game of chess before I gave up.  My friend took over for me and won!  So by proxy, I won.  He he he.

Allow me to share what I seeeeen:


No Smoking, please.


Goodbye bottom of mountain.


Looking down on Aspen.


Some jutting rocks.  And they are jutting!


Ugh, it's so far down now.
 

For those of you who have wondered what I would look like on top of a mountain, your prayers have been answered.


My view from the porch-thing of The Sundeck, where I enjoyed a cookie and a diet coke.


Mountain chess.  We had to substitute some pieces because it was an incomplete set.


On the way back down.  Bye Aspen Mountain.

This week I am starting rehearsals for John Harbison's opera, The Great Gatsby.  I am playing principal and my part is hard, so I ought to learn it.  Peace out!


Sunday, July 8, 2012

Take a photographic journey with me!


My Getaway Car and Chauffeur. 


My loverly bed in Dallas.  (Hank wanted to be in the picture too).


Firm, or soft?


My Beautiful View.



My Practice area in my room.  I have a nice view of a hill.


My little window by my bed. :)


 I see this dog everywhere, tied up by itself. :(


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Aspen: Day One

I have not posted in a while--if I had a nickel for every journal entry that started this way I'd have several nickels.  It's because I am very busy killin' it--at being a busy career woman.  What have I been doing since October?  I've been playing gigs, going to school, taking lessons, making the semi-regular trip to Philadelphia.  That's what!

"But Kika," you may be asking, "if you are going to Aspen, why are you still in Texas?  Didn't you leave yesterday?" 

Why yes.  Yes I did.  

I got on the plane in Philadelphia as planned, and landed in Texas yesterday at 1:35 PM Central Time.  At 4:00ish, the airline-desk-people made an announcement that they needed 34 people to volunteer to stay behind in Dallas until tomorrow.  Because of high winds in Aspen (15 knots),the plane needed to bring a lot of extra fuel--in case the plane needed to circle a long time or fly to another airport--and needed to ditch some fatties.  I was the first fatty to volunteer!  

My "severance" package (from my original flight) was pretty sweet--a dinner and breakfast voucher, free hotel stay at the glamorous Holiday Inn in Bedford Texas, and a $500 voucher for a future flight one year from yesterday.    Everyone else from my flight took a plane to Vail, Co and rode on a bus to the Aspen Airport.  The people on the original Aspen flight got diverted to Grand Junction, Co and rode a bus.  I bought a plane ticket to Aspen so I wouldn't have to ride a bus.  
So all the rich people with their little yappie dogs (and one rich lady with an angry cat in a pink sweat suit) tramped off to the Vail plane, and I went to Bedford.  Where I ate dinner at a bar called Gusher's with a bunch of truckers from Arkansas.  They invited me to a strip club, but I had to graciously decline.  After a traumatic day of travel, the last thing you need are strange bewbs waggling in your face.  I then hid in my room 'til 2 PM today, when the airport shuttle came to pick me up.  My driver was an enchanting Pakistani man who studied geology, and his cousin did his masters in Industrial Economics at Wisconsin.  What a small world!  

Now I'm in the airport, again.  I had to go through the naked scanner which always sucks, and the TSA lady had to pat down my head because I made the mistake of wearing a bobby pin in my hair.  Just my head.  My flight has already been delayed a half hour, so hopefully I'll make it.  Aspen or bust!  

Kika



PS:   I used my breakfast voucher to buy a Coolatta from Dunkin' Donuts!