I Screwed Up, SYTYCD-Wise

Apparently you had to register for tickets to watch the So You Think You Can Dance auditions, which I didn’t do until the night before, and now they are over, according to Nigel Lythgoe’s tweets (could he have a more British name??). Damnit, damnit, damnit.

Here are the sections of the Verdi Requiem that we worked on last night. The Libera me section is going to kill me. It’s going to be like those murder mysteries, my body will be found and next to my outstretched hand will be the name of my murderer, which I will have written in my own blood, “Verdi!”

Actually, it’s stunning and fun, although the fugue in the Libera me is a challenge, it’s true. But so deliciously dramatic.

I took this walking home last night. At the end of this corner is where I will stop for pizza before turning right and heading home.

The Village Vanguard

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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