Count Almaviva Andrew comes to Saint Louis

 

Andrew Morstein is a phenomenal talent. In part, because of my remarkable daughter Lindsey. I've known him since he was a youth group congregant at Shaare Emeth in Saint Louis maybe 20 years ago. Lindsey was an advisor and early fan of Andrew. They enjoy a bond of friendship that endures. 

I won't do Andrew's resume justice but I've enjoyed his performances at the Pageant when he was part of an acapella group. I saw him at a University of Indiana production of Candide and now he is performing as Almaviva in The Barber of Seville. (I saw him last night, 5/25/24, at the Loretta Hilton Performing Arts theater in Webster Groves. Lindsey has kept me posted on his international performances and marriage (which was originally planned for Chicago but life happens and circumstances change). 

Lindsey and her nearly 8 year old will be in Saint Louis next week. Having seen The Barber of Seville on opening night in Saint Louis, I'm thrilled at the prospect of seeing it again with my daughter and through the eyes of her amazing 8 year old boy, Lawton.

P.S. And oh yeah, the rest of the cast, orchestra and crew have produced a wonderful and entertaining comic opera. Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! 

 

 

Give Peace a Chance

Janie was able to clear her schedule of babysitting, nursing shifts, and various other chores at home to make a return trip to Saint Louis. (Janie part 8)

She arrives via Southwest Airlines from Cleveland on Friday afternoon with just enough time to catch John Salozzo along with a showing of his work at I Need That Art! at 7735 Clayton Road. A very pleasant and artful stop before going to Laumeier Sculpture Park.

Laumeier Sculpture Park, on an incredibly beautiful day standing in front of the newly renovated Way (sculpture by Alexander Liberman b. 1912- d. 1999) was a spectacular moment in time. The brilliant red of that newly renovated piece wonderfully offsets the green landscape and the blue sky.

We lingered at The Country Club bar and grill until dusk. We talked and hung out in the parking too. We could have been anywhere, but it was so fun just being together.

Gracious accomodations at LaDue Estates in Chesterfield for the first night Saturday. We laughed at the hourly alarm chimes of the Grandfather Clock.  

Sunday's itinerary started with a mass at the incredible Cathedral Basilica on Pentacost Sunday. 

We visited the Saint Louis Art Museum to further enjoy the sights in Forest Park. I am compelled to point out some highlights of some of my favorite works (Mother 1901 by Picasso, Monet Water Lillies, Max Beckmann paintings, William Merritt Chase - 10th Street Studio, Norman Rockwell, Thomas Hart Benton and more.) 

We made our way to the other side of Forest Park to glance at the amazing Aircraft replica of the Spirit of Saint Louis and the newly installed exhibit of the 1904 World's Fair. We enjoyed a bite to eat with a view of the park and enjoyed the early afternoon before returning to Creve Coeur for a break.

On to the Fabulous Fox for the 7:00 p.m. showtime - RAIN, a Beatles tribute. We were among the enthusiastic fans thrilled to travel back in time to Yesterday,  All we are saying is give peace a chance... Hey Jude... 

Thanks to Confluence Academies teacher retention efforts I won a the tickets to the Fabulous Fox to see RAIN on Sunday Night May 19, 2024. I Won the tickets in April and that was enough time to plant the seed of a return visit to Saint Louis. She was able to clear the decks of babysitting, working nursing shifts and various chores.

    

Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.

Hey Jude, don't be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.

Hey Jude, don't let me down.
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin,
You're waiting for someone to perform with.
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do,
The movement you need is on your shoulder.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you'll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh.

And he heard, he heard, hey Jude…
(repeat X number of times, fade)

Source: LyricFind

Text Me 5/24: As I reflect on your trip to Saint Louis. I remember. 1. That lingering time at the Country Club Bar & Grill along with the lingering in the parking lot 2. The chimes that rang all night from Perry's grandfather clock downstairs 3. The final two Beatles tunes Give Peace a Chance and Hey Jude. I really did enjoy every moment with you...

Text Janie: It was a great weekend. It is easy to be with you. And the concert was good.

     

 

Friends Named Dave

Friends Named Dave - It just so happens that I must have an affinity for guys named Dave. It could be a chance thing but ya gotta wonder when the guy that I end up with in key parts of my episodic life goes by the name Dave.

Dave Brunner In high school - arguable my closest friend was a CYO football rival (his dad was coach of St. Clement while I was co-captain of St. Luke). Dave was always fun to have a 3.2 Stroh’s Beer with growing up in Lakewood. I was honored when he asked me to be his best man when he married Dianne in October of 1980. (Just a few days after I married Lynn on October 8. He and Dianne married on 10-11-1980. Above is photo of Dave and Dianne from Facebook.) In hindsight, I wish I had crafted a more thorough speech for that wedding as his dad, coach Brunner even gave me a jab for being less the wordsmith than I might have been capable of being. I could have mentioned: going to parties when parents weren’t home; finding ways to buy alcohol while being underage; Playing Ice Hockey on that random Ice Hockey Club at Lakewood High School (They allowed us to count early morning practice at Winterhurst as our Gym class); Riding in McNea’s car over the speed limit on Detroit Avenue; and more.

Dave Drimer lived at the end of the Hall at Mahoney Residence Hall Dorm at the University of Miami. (That's Dave in the t-shirt with my brother Greg and another Mahoney Hall classmate, Steve Manzi). As a college Freshman, I recall giving the kid some shit about that Black Shirt he insisted on wearing all too often. Initially, he was a closer friend to my roommate and brother Greg. (We were in room #234). But as time moved ahead, Dave was a partner in crime who convinced me to take classes with Professor Lester Goran and consider Creative Writing (which became my second major along with art). He also convinced me of the value of pursuing an MBA of which I had only a marginal interest or academic qualifications for…and Dave and I became admissions counsellors for the University of Miami which came with a stipend, an American Express Card and tuition remission. So the MBA was paid for, in spite of struggling to convince at least one professor I understood the logic of Accounting.

Dave Drimer continued to be my go-to-Dave as I launched my career in the Advertising Capital of the World – New York City. Fortunately Dave shared my passion for great art and often tolerated my totler daughter Lindsey when she insisted we go where they served drinks with pretty umbrellas and/or stir sticks shaped like zoo animals (before/after a trip to an art museum). 

Dave Dassenbrock was the media director at the agency in Raleigh, North Carolina. He gave me meaningful insights into the business and the partners at Rockett Burkhead Lewis and Winslow. He also encouraged my inclination to be creative in my approach to account management at the agency for the likes of Skybox trading cards, Rich Seapak, Campbell Soup Foodservice and new business pitches.

Dave Cox emerged as a go-to-Dave when I arrived in St. Louis. (He's wearing SIU Carbondale maroon polo shirt in this pic with golfers of our Thursday Night league). His firm Sandbox Creative served me well as I became a client in roles as  VP Marketing, Corporate Communications Director, Global Communications Director and  Director of Communications (and even as founder of my own company for a time). Oh, and I leaned on Dave for help with my annual holiday family photo. With Dave's help I published three books (a novel, a book of poetry, a series of career experiences in advertising and marketing).

Dave Shogren became an acquaintance as a colleague on the board of the St Louis Chaper of the American Marketing Association. When Dave stepped up to be chapter President I learned something of his skill and became something of a groupie or his multiple band affiliations.  (That's Dave on base with Richie on keyboards and Al on harmonica).