It’s Classical Caber Monday… on a Sunday! I was a day late getting the flute sonata to you guys last week, so I thought I’d make it up to you by being a day early this week. Here’s my hubby Dirk’s brooding-yet-playful Cuban Dance No. 1, “Valszante” (or “waltz-like”), the first in a series of pieces he calls the Danzas Cubanas:
Like any artist, Dirk’s style has changed over time as his skills have grown and matured. The pieces I’ve posted so far have been some of Dirk’s older works; his rag, for example, dates back to when he was 16, and the Mount Desert Island Suite is already about 12 years old. In fact, just last week Dirk asked me why I was posting his older stuff. “I want people to hear what my style sounds like now,” he explained. With that in mind, I’m happy to share with you the 4th movement of his Sonata for Flute and Piano, completed in 2011. Here is Dirk’s take on piece:
Perhaps down the road I’ll post the other three movements of the Sonata, or Dirk might even release it on iTunes. (I’m happy to say we’re making some good progress with getting that set up.) But for now, please enjoy the 4th movement. Dirk and I hope it puts a little smile on your face too!
So last summer, as Dirk was unpacking boxes after the big move, a particular tank top of his caught my eye; it said “PRIZE BULL — THICK CUT BEEF” on it. “I don’t remember where I got it,” Dirk said. “It just kinda appeared one day. You want it?” It had a faded stain of some sort on the front of it, but otherwise it was awesome… and it fit me, which is rare because Dirk’s shirts are usually too small. I eagerly accepted my hubby’s gift. It’s since become one of my favorite tank tops; it’s super comfortable, plus people say I look hot in it… and who am I to argue?
Fast forward a few months. Dirk and I were in San Francisco for the 2013 Folsom Street Fair, and gone out to dinner in the Castro with our good friends Dolan Wolf and Kristofer Weston. (Kristofer, as you may know, is the lead director at COLT Studio Group.) Anyway, as we’re all sitting around the table enjoying our bulgogi beef and ok-dol bibimbap, Kristofer starts eyeing the tank top I was wearing… the very one Dirk had given me.
“I used to have a shirt just like that,” Kristofer observed.
“Really?” I replied.
“Yeah… in fact it had an oil stain on the front of it, just like yours does. Where did you get that?”
At that point, Dirk turned beet red. “Oops,” he said. “I must have grabbed it by mistake when I was out there filming Fur Mountain!” Apparently my hubby had been in a bit of a hurry to catch a flight back home, and had shoved what he thought was a pile of his dirty laundry into his suitcase. As it turns out, a certain tank top belonging to a certain director had been in that pile as well. Oops, indeed! Very generously, Kristofer let me keep it… and I still wear it all the time.
So hey, Kristofer, if you’re reading this… I wanna buy you a new tank top. It’s the least I can do for letting me keep such an awesome gift.
The oil stain, of course, is optional.