Casey Bozell

Plum, pineapple plum, pineapple plum plum plum, pineapple plum, pineapple pineapple pineapple… That, my friends, would be the “fruit salad” version of the rhythmic motif from Ravel’s Bolero, a piece that I’ve somehow managed to make occupy a significant portion of my brain. The repeated rhythm has become both a constant companion in my day-to-day hummings AND a convenient metaphor for the way I’m running my life at the moment. No matter how much preparation I wish I had for a given day, and how much I try to dig my heels in the ground to give myself more time, the sun comes up and goes down with an annoying…

Turns out when you book a flight from St. Louis to Portland on Southwest, you can’t get a direct flight. You have to stop somewhere and change planes, and today I’m changing planed in Phoenix. So that’s a three hour flight to Phoenix, and a three and a half hour flight to Portland. (Nope, I didn’t check this before I booked the flight. I never do. I simply close my eyes and click the “purchase” button. It’s much easier to deal with myself traveling when I take myself by surprise, sit back, and enjoy the ride. Makes me less grumpy for my husband, too.) I decided six and a half…

A bit of a personal note today… My lovely and always entertaining colleagues have responded in a couple of ways to the fact that I’m turning thirty today. Mostly it’s the lighthearted response along the lines of “HEEEEY, now you can sign up for the senior discount on stuff!” Har. But the other response I get (and it’s the one my dad also gave me, so I trust it more) is, “You’re just getting started and it just gets better from here.” While society has been acting like I should be headed into some sort of existential crisis where I sit in my room under the covers listening to Shostakovich…

If you happen to be in Corvallis this Friday at noon, you should think of stopping on by and seeing the TARDIS ensemble! And not just because we’re all incredibly good looking, as per our photo in the press release here. Because it’s an all French program with one of the coolest string trios I have EVER PLAYED. It makes me feel as though my life is glamorous. It only lasts an hour and you’d be guaranteed a good time.

Please take note… The weird face I am making does not in any way reflect any kind of weirdness I was feeling, because there simply was none. I was just concentrating really hard. What a fun afternoon! I have been looking forward to coming and playing with the Central Oregon Chamber Orchestra for months now. Playing Vivaldi’s Summer and Winter with this group was immensely fun. They’re a sensitive group, and a very kind bunch, and it made the whole weekend kind of a dream. Although, the snow helped… Bend had wonderful snowfall all weekend long. Not the Portland kind of snow, mind you – as soon as an inch…