A few days ago, my college students gave their voice final aka jury aka life-reducer. Juries are kind of like bacon: reducing lives by seven minutes each time.
Where I went to school, if we gave a recital, we had to give a mock jury, which basically consisted of giving your recital in its entirety for all of the voice faculty so they could deem you worthy of performing.
Here’s what it was like:
I’d psych myself out all the live-long day. Yoga, tea, beta-blockers, visualization…
self-promises that as soon as it was over, I’d indulge my senses.
meanwhile, at the judger’s table…
Of course, it always ended up being okay…
Mock Juries: cruel and unusual punishment.
Also, the compulsory Christmas tree, just to bring it home:
I’ve re-named some other pieces. Here they are: