{"id":567,"date":"2010-02-04T14:30:51","date_gmt":"2010-02-04T22:30:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=567"},"modified":"2010-02-04T14:30:51","modified_gmt":"2010-02-04T22:30:51","slug":"february","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=567","title":{"rendered":"February"},"content":{"rendered":"

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…click to listen:<\/font>
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…about the music<\/font><\/a><\/p>\n

Strong winter fire star.<\/font><\/i><\/p>\n

This morning was pretty great for February: almost 50 degrees. Yes, Fahrenheit. I had to spell check that last word because I can never remember the first “h.”
\nSo as the sun blazed into my windows and the birds chirped with glee as they pecked at bowls of seed I’d put out, I prepared the materials for my upcoming residency at Capital University in frigid Columbus, Ohio, where it is in the mid-20’s.<\/p>\n

Mid-20’s. Just like most of the other cities I’ve been trotting around to for my work this winter: Chicago, New York, Minneapolis. What is wrong with me?? Why am I not smart enough to figure out a schedule that would have me in the south of the U.S. between November and March? If I were really clever, I could refuse commissions and conferences in any clime above Latitude 32 during winter. But I won’t, because I love this music life way too much. It’s worth freezing my backside off for, any day.<\/p>\n

They are very, very lovely people in Columbus, truly. But they are a cold people. And I am about to be a cold person. If you, too, would like to join me and The Lovely and Talented Cold People, click here<\/b><\/a> and read about the NOW New Music Festival and how you can shiver right along side of some really great musicians and one very appreciative, if frosty, composer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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