April 14-17, 2014

Hello! Here are the plans for our short four-day week:

Mrs. Krause’s Music Classes

Kindergarten will test their knowledge of The Magic Flute and keep practicing their music for the spring concert.

First grade will be studying The Sorcerer’s Apprentice by Paul Dukas. Did you know that the story of the sorcerer’s apprentice dates back to ancient Greece and was set to poetry by the great German poet Goethe in 1797?

Following their study of Rossini’s opera La Cenerentola, second grade will see the same story in a ballet by Prokofiev (Cinderella.)

Third grade will continue studying orchestral instruments with Britten’s The Young Person’s Guide to the Orchestra, and start a new project: building original instruments! Assignment details will come home on a handout.

Fourth grade will study Rhapsody in Blue by George Gershwin and Fanfare for the Common Man by Aaron Copland.


Gregorian Chant

My presentation for fourth and fifth grade on Gregorian Chant!


The Lovely Teaching Monster

Today is my first day of elementary school, and I am a nervous child. I can still remember waiting for the school bus on my first day of Kindergarten. I don’t remember the nervousness, I only remember the excitement. I wonder if I was more nervous then or now; which is more frightening, being a student when you’re five or being a teacher when you’re twenty-two?

If anyone has been wondering where I’ve been for the past couple of weeks, the teaching monster swallowed me whole. It’s a cuddly and ferocious monster. It reminds me of the film¬†Where the Wild Things Are, when Jack crawls into the Wild Thing’s mouth; my choice. And I have been exhausted all week, but thank Jesus, there has been music. Julia and I have been singing our children’s songs as we prepare our lessons. There may be many more children’s choirs and folk song arrangements on this blog in the future, but stick with me.

Jesus adored children, and now His children are in my care. It seems silly to be worried about what second grade children think of you, but I hope they like me. I hope they think I’m pretty and that I’m nice and much more, I hope they think music is fun, and beautiful, and special.¬†

Here we go.

Rest in peace, Zach Booher.

My friend Zach Booher died last night.

I keep thinking of him as “my friend,” even though we really didn’t know each other that well. My life will not change materially due to his absence. But for some reason it matters, it hurts.

Zach was half of a two-man band that I’ve mentioned here before: While We’re Up. He was so young and had so much ahead of him– a lifelong friendship with Steven Rouk and all the music they were going to make. Steven lost his best friend. Friendships like that don’t come along very often. Zach is irreplaceable. Steven might never have another friendship like it; they were creative musical partners, closer than brothers.

Zach and Steven were on tour when their car crashed. Zach died at the scene of the accident. Steven is in the hospital, and I have no idea what his condition is.

Zach has the caution tape guitar strap and the darker hair. He is dead.

I can’t believe he’s gone.

Creative friendships!

I always thought the Beatles were pretty fantastic, but now I have an amazing opportunity to learn more about them– I’m going to be the teaching assistant for ASU’s Beatles class in the fall! I have access to the summer class and I’ve been listening to the lectures. One of my favorite things I’ve learned so far– Paul McCartney and John Lennon were able to write songs with their guitars side by side because Paul was left-handed and John was right-handed. What a beautiful partnership that was!


Occasionally I wish that I were in a band with my best friend, writing songs together and working out the creative details late into the night. Like one of my very favorite bands, While We’re Up (find them at http://whilewereup.com). Zach and Steven became musical partners while they were becoming best friends. What’s cooler than that??


But the person I spend hours working creatively with is not a musician; she’s a comic artist. Because of her, I’ve learned oodles about animation, graphic novel design, and the art of the newspaper strip. She’s one of the most creative people I know, and I get to be her critic. It’s a great job. I get to hear about all of her fantastic stories and characters and ideas over coffee. She’s pretty much brilliant. (Her blog: acatandhisboy.wordpress.com.)


I’m grateful for Sicily for many reasons, but one reason is because I get to participate in her creativity. I don’t have a lot of original ideas pouring out of my brain, but I like to help other people with their ideas. Not only does Sicily have a lot of ideas, but her interests have introduced me to a whole world of art that I was hardly aware of before.

Hooray for friendship!