Tuneful Tuesday Week 61: WunderKeys Preschool Piano Songs
This Sunday is my annual Bloom Studio Recital where I get to sing along with my little preschool students as they show off their finger strength and dexterity….. and awesome dance moves. Here’s a preview of the silly songs we are going to perform together. ❤️
Tuneful Tuesday Week 60: True Colors
I wore my fun rainbow skirt to the studio today and one of my students said “you remind me of that song ‘True Colors.’ You know…..’you’re beautiful like a rainbow.’”
So, I promised that student I’d sightread “True Colors” for my next Tuneful Tuesday. 🌈
Tuneful Tuesday Week 59: Taylor, The Latte Boy
This is one of those pieces that reminds you that classical singers (and composers) can still have a sense of humor.
My fiancé Brighton better watch out because I think I’m falling for Taylor, the latte boy. 😉
These are the kinds of pieces that I adore! The amazing combo between classical voice and jazzy melodies make my heart (and voice) happy.
Tuneful Tuesday Week 57: The Golden Afternoon
It’s Mother’s Day week at my mom’s flower shop. That means I’m dusting off my apron and helping out designing during my “off hours.” We get a little ridiculous during those long hours filled with heavy pollen counts…. thus, I give you, the Singing Snapdragon. 🤣
Tuneful Tuesday Week 56: How Far I’ll Go
A few days ago it was my soon-to-be niece, Alice’s, 1st birthday. Moana is her favorite movie of all time. In her first year of life, she has likely watched the movie over 700 times.
So, this one is for you, sweet Alice. Happy Birthday!!!! 🎂
My best friend growing up was my little teddy bear named Boo Bear. He had magnets in his cheeks and paws so he could hide and play peek-a-boo. I loved that bear and carried it everywhere with me. It sat next to me on airplanes as I made my bi-annual cross-country flights as an unaccompanied minor. I wrapped my arms around it every night as I slept. I cuddled it when I was sick or sad….well into high school. Poor Boo is all worn out, having gone through several surgeries and getting several stitches and clothing changes. But, he still lives on my shelf where I can give him a hug anytime I want to. I couldn’t imagine having to let him go; but, if I did, this is the kind of requiem he would deserve.