'Til The Cows Come Home

To Moscow (And London), With Love

When I stopped auditioning back in 2002 I never thought I'd sing in public again. And yet today, four years later, I made my singing debut at Avery Fisher Hall in Lincoln Center, singing Shostakovich's Symphony Number Two. I have no words to describe the experience. The choir was amazing. The orchestra and guest conductor - coming from Russia to perform with us - were amazing. Standing on stage and looking at a thousand people listening attentively to all of that glorious (and crazy - have you heard much Shostakovich?) music was amazing. I am a truly happy boy tonight.

I've put off a final London wrap-up, mostly because I've been too busy since returning to the States, and now I've lost the momentum. All I have to say is that it was one of the best trips I've ever taken. What made it the most amazing was that I got to spend so much time with some of my best friends - friends from my past who I have cherished and held from afar, and who I am forever grateful to have known and loved. Getting to be with Bob is always a treat, but getting to spend time with Meghan and Rachel (my fabulous Brighton Lesbians) was the icing on the cake. It was five frenzied days of fun that I will never forget.

In looking through the photographs I took on my vacation I was sad to see that there were so few of them. And of the few of them, there were even fewer good photos. I enjoyed myself so much while I was there that I never wanted to be bothered taking out the camera and not actually experiencing it all. That being said, I've salvaged a few and you can peruse them in the new photo gallery (link in the sidebar at right). Happy browsing!