I can't help it, the song comes to me every year at this time (it goes to the tune "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead").
Every season has this glorious five minutes - the concerts are done, the final payroll is in the mail, the music is back in the library, the phone is strangely silent and the files are put away.
It's a great feeling.
For five minutes.
Then the cycle starts all over again - ordering music for next season, building concert rosters, creating rehearsal schedules, working on budgets and the million and one things that go into a (hopefully) smooth season.
But this is my five minutes, so I think I'll slip over to Millenium Park, lay down on the grass and enjoy a concert.
And relish the fact that it's not mine.
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Jonathan Miller | Mon, 06/18/2007 - 12:30pm
John,
I know how you feel. I had my five minutes to breathe about three weeks ago. Now I am programming our fall concert already, and it is no longer restful!
But I am going to Millenium Park this week with my wife and some dear friends, and it doesn't much matter what they're playing. The busman's holiday is the important thing.
--Jonathan
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