Back, Again.

I seriously have to give myself a swift kick in the ass. I haven’t written in so long! I’m Back! (insert Poltergeist reference here; Happy Halloween)

So many things have been going on since we last met. I am currently at Juilliard in New York studying composition and orchestral conducting with the head of the New York Grand Opera. It’s an unbelievable experience.

I sit here, early in the morning as I normally do. I have a hot cup of apple cider resting on the coffee table, waiting for my consumption. That’s what I love about Autumn: Apples, Pumpkins, Foliage, and Cold Weather. I capitalize each of them because they are my Fall staples.

But there is one thing that rests on my mind, and it concerns December. I have heard of all the ridiculous theories about the impending apocalypse and the extent people have gone through in preparing for it. I do not believe that anything will actually happen, but something will happen. There are so many people out there convinced about the End of the World that a mass hysteria will occur. Frankly, I’m just going to sit on my lawn chair and watch. It’s better than Jerry Springer.

Watch something happen, hypothetically speaking; what will be my response? Holy Shit.

A Midwinter Night’s Post

Well, I honestly thought that I had it all figured out. Turns out, I hadn’t a clue as to what is going on in my life. I always had an interest in religion, and where the energy continuum leads. After being attuned to Reiki, several things began to happen.

First off, I was able to sleep. Not having been able to sleep a full night’s sleep in years has left my body in shambles. I became weak, and couldn’t focus on anything that I desperately needed. I was tired all the time, and quite unhappy. Being able to channel a healing power so great and simple has been a privilege and a blessing as well. I have helped so many of my friends with Reiki, and I am currently waiting to hear back from my Reiki Master teacher if she will accept me as a candidate for becoming a Reiki Master Teacher. That way, I can help pass it onto the people whom I love the most, and let them experience the healing powers that I was blessed to have been given.

When someone is attuned to Reiki, there is a side effect. I already had this side effect, but it ended up being put on hyperdrive. My senses are in full alert, I am aware of everything that is going on around me, and I understand things beneath the surface. You may call that having common sense. It’s much deeper than that. It’s my secret that I have to be able to master before my reputation goes down the toilet.

I’m currently listening to the soundtrack of “The Barber of Seville”, with Pavarotti as lead tenor. This has been an interesting MidWinter’s Night.

The sky’s navy silk is waving hello to the moon, so I think that makes for a great cup of tea. Goodnight!

Seeking that New Life Adventure

Dear Readers,

On Friday, I officially move into Fairfield as a senior. Looking back, there have been so many things that I have experienced on my way to being a senior at Fairfield. Here’s my brief memoir of the past three years.

I came into Fairfield as a Biology Major, wanting to become a doctor. The semester I didn’t pass the Biology course, because they bombarded us with absolute nonsense in hoping to drive us out. Well, they did a good job, and I guess it didn’t make a difference to them of creating an initial GPA problem for a student. Thank God this is no longer a problem, but struggling to fix it was a complete and unnecessary waste of my time and effort, where I could have been putting my energy towards other rewarding activities.

I joined the Glee Club. Best decision of my life. Made my best friends, and learned an immense amount of things about music, and I’m still going at it.

Changed my Major to Music Theory. Loved it so much I have a near perfect GPA for my major classes because of it.

Added a secondary major, The Italian Language. That way, I have a justifiable solution to my breadth of Vulgar Sicilian Expletive problem.

Fell in and out of love. More like going to hell and back. I’m alive, and I bought a flamethrower from Hell’s Gift Shop: “Satan’s Botique and Doughnut Emporium”

Started writing music for the Glee Club. I felt completely honored.

Got Elected Glee Club Alumni Liaison, Concert Manager, and President. Three great honors.

Worked as the Administrator to the Summer Festival Chorus.

Started playing the Organ all over the state…

Here’s what I’m looking forward to:

1. Glee Coming to the Basilica
2. Going to Italy
3. Going Skydiving
4. Enjoying My Senior Year
5. Working on writing my cookbook

Arrivederci for now!

 

 

Subconscious Sucks

Well,

this is the third nightmare that I have had in the past two days. I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my throat, wondering if the all-too-real events of my dream were just around the corner. I know not what is going to happen, but I’ll take it for what its worth.

After I played piano for almost three hours straight this afternoon, I drove home and plopped on my bed. Three hours later, I woke up shaking. I could still feel what I felt in the dream, and it scared me half to death. I stumbled to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. I almost dropped the glass because I was shaking so much. I have never felt that kind of fear before. When your worst dream becomes a reality, you could vomit just looking at it in the face. I was ready to puke my guts out. Something that I never wanted to see in my life, buried deep within for years, I had finally seen face to face. What the weird thing was, it happened threefold. I saw my closest friends there in the dream, and no harm came to any of them. But, they were there to witness it. That was the hardest thing. What it came to make me realize almost made me cry. I still get nervous when I think about it. Three nightmares in a row, this one being the worst of them all.

The contents are too personal and greatly difficult to disclose, but how it was presented was quite strange. It happened in the form of a film noir, and that is how it even ended. I saw everything manifest that I knew was there, but was afraid to see it grow and self incarnate to look me face to face. I wasn’t ready, yet I knew it was coming. I still don’t understand it, but I know it was some sort of a catharsis. After many hours of contemplation and meditation, I have put it into a balloon and released it. I do honestly believe that God tells us something in the form of a dream if we need to see it. That is the beauty of it – in a dream, if God wants to tell us something, or if we see someone who has passed, it happens in that dream. They are too real to be a dream. Only we know, because it is the only thing that we see. We cannot prove it, but we can still feel it as if it were still there. That is the beauty of knowing that something happens in a dream. It has a great chance of being real, when it only seems like a memory of last night’s mental affairs.

What Do I see in this dream? I see a change that is about to happen, and I do not know how it is going to manifest in my own life, but if this is a preview of coming attractions, I am ready to take it on full force, or at least I hope I am.  I feel that this is a preparatory sentiment to help deal with what I know has passed and eventually coming. I still ask myself “why” and “WHEN”, but time will tell…. as it always does.

I’m back!

Dear Readers,

It’s been almost a year since I’ve blogged. I’m ready to kick my own ass.

I’ve been extremely busy this past year, and I’m going to tell you all about it.

Well, the Viva Vienna! concert went extremely well. I am currently working on this summer’s SFC hit – “Bach Meets the Boys of Summer”. It’s going to be Bach music mixed with the Beach Boys and Jersey Boys. I don’t know where Carole Ann comes up with these themes, but it sounds like it is going to be a blast!

As per England, I went to see Rose over Thanksgiving break. I was thoroughly dissapointed when we couldn’t get over to Italy to see Gabby as we originally planned. But nonetheless, we all reunited back at the Field. Rose and I went to Paris for the weekend, and stayed in London for the remainder of the week. It was absolutely wonderful.

Next thing I knew, I turned 21. WHOA BABY.

Then, I received the honor of being elected president of the Fairfield University Glee Club, which has been one of my greatest joys. They are really like a family to me.

Rose and I will be singing in Mendelssohn Choir with Carole Ann in the fall. I knew she wasn’t going anywhere

…and Glee is going to ITALY in March of 2012! My two loves combined!!

Ciao World, Here I Come!

Well, things are going well. I’m still kicking myself for not studying abroad, my heart is still overseas buried under a plate of pasta.

Have you ever wanted something so badly that you could almost taste it? It’s like dieting and watching someone eat a piece of cake that you wish you could have. You tell yourself No and walk away and grab a carrot, full of vitamins and other nutrients. Fuck the God damn carrot. Then you run to the cupboard and start eating Duncan Hines right out of the box. You end up getting sick and throwing it up in the middle of the night. Don’t batter yourself.

So I bought a plane ticket, and will be visiting my bestie Rose in England, and hopefully meeting up in France with Gabby for a Petit luncheon and bungee jumping off of the Eiffel tower. Then, we go and see the fashionable people down the Diva Alley and make fun of the dresses that when wearing, it’s impossible to sit down. That’s why the French like to takes their clothes off. Convenience.

Then, hopefully we will head back to England and see Big Ben. Why does the biggest monument in London have a title that can easily serve as the name for a male dancer? I don’t know. I also don’t know why they pronounce “aluminum” the way they do. Or everything has to be proper, not right. Aren’t they interchangeable? Am I proper or have I taken a folly? Bloody hell.

Oh Lord. Next, it’s off to the Royal Palace! We’ll take a tour of the palace and Rose and I break into the Queen’s private quarters. We will play chess with Prince Harry, and Rose will have me distract him while she goes looking for Prince William. I get nervous when after an hour, she doesn’t return, so Harry and I go looking for her. Harry heads down the corridor to find her, and I spot Prince Charles running down the hall followed by Camille chasing him with a toilet wand, yelling him that Prince Albert is more dependable than he is. I find the nearest door and go through it to escape her wrath. I turn around and find my self looking at the Queen of England sitting on the throne. I snap my picture and run. I find Rose outside the palace on Prince Harry’s arm waiting for me. The three of us charter a Private Royal Jet and grab dinner in Italy, where we are joined by Gabriella, and we inform Prince Harry about life in American college. He enjoys our company and flies us all back to England.

Gabriella stays the night with us.

In the early morning, the three of us board a ferry over to Ireland. We arrive and are greeted by sheep and greenery. We drink our breakfast and head into the city. We end up taking the wrong bus and head into the countryside.

We then find ourselves waiting at a bus stop for the next bus that will take us into the city. The porter tells us it will be here in an hour. So, the three of us take a quick stroll into the field and go over a hill. We enter a winter wonderland of sheep. Now was the time to see if the paralytic sheep myth was true. Three people versus a field of 1,000 sheep. Done.

After spending an hour’s worth of bonding time with mutton, we head into the city and grab an early dinner. We purposefully eat nothing so our lack of liquids are at an all-time great and we find the nearest Pub. There is one on either side of the eatery.

Three hours pass.

We end up setting a bar record and begin a rousing chorus of “99 Bottles of Beer”, and only make it to 87. We are then escorted back to England by some friends we met at the bar, and wake up in our hotel, wondering what in hell happened.

The only clue we had was a pocket full of wool, a bus number, and a bar tab of $973.63. We conclude that we hijacked a bus full of sheep and treated them to a hearty supply of Guinness.

November 19th, 2010 – England, Here I Come!

A Midsummer Night’s Post

Well, I finally made it home for the weekend. I’ve had an interesting week, and I’d like to share some things with my readers.

You know I’m Italian. But there’s something more to that; I’ve got a secret that I don’t like to mention, but I figured It’s not going to hurt anyone if I told anyone. We were involved.

Turns out, my great. great grandfather back in Sicily was heavily involved with the mafia before he was murdered. I almost fell off my chair when my grandmother told me. Because the family is ashamed of it, and he was murdered for it, we never spoke of it, nor did it ever become a possible topic for conversation. Who knew that we were once a part of a major crew in Sicily? I sure as hell did NOT see it coming, but it’s history now, and I don’t have to worry about long lost cousins Johnny and Vinny knocking at my door, having stepped out of a large black Cadillac with Jersey plates.

Also, I have a mission while I am in London. By quick thinking, I helped save a program here at the Quick Center on Monday, and I actually am getting international recognition for doing so, little did I know at the time. The London Palladium theater is getting back to me. I am still speechless. The live HD Palladium broadcast lost signal for fifteen minutes worldwide, and I helped keep the people in the theatre until it came back on. No on walked out on it, and I saved them a lot of revenue because of it. They heard about what I did during the crisis, because of the publicist having heard from the secretary to the boss of the Quick Center. The pblicist met with me and told me that it can be expected that I’m going to become an international superstar. I honestly don’t know if I want it or not. I am happy with the quiet life I have here at home. But, I will have to meet with the people while I am there, because our publicist says they most likely will be expecting me. I hope that they have a theatre organ to play. I am fortunate to say that I have played the Vatican, eight basilicas worldwide, and (fingers crossed) upcoming Yankees Stadium, with the blessings of one of my family members, Rose O’Connor. Pope versus Yankees Stadium…well it’s not like the Pope asked to play at Fenway Park. He’s the Pope, and he knows better. I knew he was smart.

Also, I am in the middle of celebrating CHRISTMAS IN JULY. I wanted to buy the Italian Nativity scene, complete with Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus, and thirty-two wise guys, but it was too expensive.

I like the simple life, and I think I want it to remain that way.

That’s my thought for this evening.