Those of you who have been following our story so far will know that I am a huge fan of a certain extremely talented writer in Prescott, Arizona.
How huge a fan? Take, for example, this typical recent conversation at Casa De Zeke:
Becky: “You know, this ABBA piece our orchestra is practicing is all the way past ‘campy’ and on into ‘corny.’”
Chris: “You know, Kat wrote this great post on camping…”
Becky: “Um…”
Chris: “And she wrote an even better one on corn!”
Becky: “sigh.”
OK, that conversation didn’t really take place, though Becky really is practicing an ABBA medley with the Oakland Women’s Community Orchestra to be performed with the SF Gay Men’s Chorus on April 17 at Davies Hall in San Francisco.
Anyway. Go over to Kat’s blog, do a little digging, and see if you don’t understand my point of view. Bet you a dollar you will.
So after a series of high-level negotiations involving pleading on my part and the obligatory sending of baked goods on Kat’s part — an ancient tradition begun long ago, in December 2005, by Stephanie — I’ve handed Kat the keys to Creek Running North. In between bouts of her insanely crazy schedule the next few months she’s agreed to post here now and then. (I believe the parameters we arduously hammered out in those negotiations were “whenever you want.”)
Stephanie and I are both stoked. I’m not arbitrarily presuming to speak for Stephanie: I emailed her and she sent me a thoughtful, eloquent response which I believe sounded a little something like: “Yay!”
So keep your eyes open for even more writing better than mine, as Stephanie and Kat join forces to outshine me completely.
Welcome to the family, Kat. And I hope I toned down the effusiveness enough to make you less nervous.
Yay! Hi, Kat!
I’m totally shocked and surprised that it was Kat that you chose to be your other co-blogger. I never would have guessed that in a million years!
No way should she be nervous. She’s going to kick your ass. (And I know you—and all of us—are going to love watching her do it.)
Thanks to your previous gushing, I’ve been wandering over to Kat’s place and digging around for a while now. I have left a comment or two, so she won’t be completely surprised to read this.
(I have not yet told her - not for the few more seconds I take to type this, anyway - that my husband attended that college she once thought would be the perfect place for her, but for the Y-chromosome requirement. There are more than a few women who feel that way about that place.)
Welcome, Kat!
When I was directing the SoBe (now Miami) Gay Men’s Chorus, we did an all-ABBA show one season (the vocal arrangements were originally commissioned by the SF chorus, if I recall correctly). I daresay it was fabulous.
Mamma Mia and Erasure weren’t enough??? I sure hope Kat posts about something else. welcome whenever, sooner more preferable so ABBA can be forgotten.
Thanks guys!
Kimberly, you did a lot of digging! I’m impressed. And envious.
And I promise, there will be no ABBA.
Good thing, because what with the ABBA references, every hour every minute seems to last eternally.