The Fredösphere

Kudos to the University of Michigan for the Grammy win.  I should have blogged this last week, but better late than never I suppose.  Fellow music blogger Brian Sacawa is one of two saxophonists on the recording, a live performance of William Bolcom's Songs of Innocence and Experience.

Der Drübermensch has been taking piano lessons from me for over a year, and it's been an exercise in virtual dentistry, which is to say, it's been like pulling teeth.  That's okay, he'll thank me in the long run.  Well, no, this is a parent-child relationship, isn't it -- by all the laws that govern such things, I will never receive proper thanks.  But I'll deserve it, and that's enough for me.  Enough for me to harbor a richly deserved parental resentment for the rest of my life.  Ah, the rewards -- I savor them.

Anyway, a sudden illness on the wifeösphere's part resulted in both children accompanying me to a men's choir rehearsal last week.  Der Drübermensch suddenly put down the book he brought along and asked to sing along.  He demanded a copy of the score.  I was astounded and thrilled.  O joy:  my son thinks something I'm doing is cool.  He likes something I like.  This is not supposed to happen.

Tomorrow I'll blog a Japanese TV series Die Frauösphier and I have been watching on DVD.  As a result, Don will find himself unable to resist linking to me.  It's sad, really, how easily I can manipulate him.  One word, as a teaser:  Schteampünksamkeit.