my mom asked me to arrange the music for a performance of the nutcracker that her kindergarten students were doing for xmas.
i had to make some numbers longer, some shorter, blend some, slow some down, and omit some altogether.
boy did i butcher that thing. piotr forgive me, i had no choice, those little feetses just couldn't keep up with the chinese dance!
i missed the performance as i was conveniently teleported out of town for a night of toast and hockey at my second home (aka home of jacky, bride of jacky, the fetus, and the italian mamma.. good times had by all).
i was told it went well, and that the kids had fun (tho some apparently came dangerously close to soiling themselves.. those crazy 3-4year olds, what WILL they do next).
while i think piotr ilyich tchaikovsky may have understood the need for the butchery that took place, i can not be sure of it.
so i look forward to meeting him in commie hell, and the asskicking that may very well ensue.
but seriously piotr, it was nothing personal.. take it easy on my commie ass.

love,
.myc