Ancient City Harp
Ancient City Harp: Songs of St. Augustine appeared on my doorstep yesterday afternoon. Thirteen tracks devoted to the wonderful diversity of St. Augustine, Florida. The music spans over 400 years and is a blend of relaxed and playful - just like this town. Going from a medieval Spanish dance through Stephen Foster and spirituals to the Pachelbel Canon, you can travel through time without leaving your front porch. In a couple of days, it will be available online – and trust me, I'll let you know where to go for it.
Recording an album is an amazing process – you plan and research, you arrange, you re-arrange, you look for the occasional collaborator, you lose faith in the project, you record (repeat this step over and over), you edit, you recover your faith, you mix, you write notes, you lose faith in the project, etc. At one point when your faith is recovered, you write a large check to the manufacturing house and send them your precious master. It's the sonic equivalent of writing a novel – and all novelists everywhere have my sympathy.
Just to give you a taste of the album, here's a clip from the Fromajadas, a Minorcan folk song. This song is in honor of the Virgin, but it was traditionally sung by groups going door-to-door on the evening of Holy Saturday. The payment for the serenade was pastries (which took their name from the song).


Getting home from conferences is never easy – especially if you decide to travel on Friday evening. Every road warrior is out there. Flights are cancelled; small children are wailing; folks are missing connections. Nonetheless, I made it back to Florida and I am eternally grateful to the person who picked me up at 12:30 a.m. in Jacksonville. 
I'm going on the road to Chicago. To the CMAA Chant Intensive at Loyola, if you want to be more precise about it. I am so ready to be able to study and sing chant. I'll see old musical friends and make new ones. There will be a five-day separation from my harps and salterio, but it will probably do all of us good. While I wish I could do the Summer Colloquium the following week, it would probably overwhelm me and I would be carried away in a Bernini-style ecstasy.
