Meanwhile, while we were in Bulgaria...

Mentally going back to Bulgaria now --

We began our second to last day still in Pazardzhik. In the morning T our guide and teacher gave us two hours to ask her questions, listen to her demonstrate different styles, and talk to us about the importance of vocal technique.

This is what I recall from T's talk: In the days before there were large state music schools, people simply sang the way they sang, without much thought for how it sounded and what singing in this way might do for their vocal chords' health. They were singing for pleasure, not for recording etc.

As training singers began to learn proper vocal techniques, more and more began to move traditional songs and styles into proper placement in the throat. They learned to use their skills to reproduce the raw, village sound without blowing out their voices. T said that this is what keeps her singing in her large range at the anne of 54. (She and I are only a few months apart in age but of course have lived very different lives.)

T spoke at length about how to increase one's vocal range and keep it healthy at both the top and bottom ends. As a soprano, I loved listing to her demonstrate how to maintain and grown the upper end of her voice while not losing the lower end.

Later that afternoon we drove the nearby village of  Patelenitsa for a local festival. This small town is something of a suburb of Pazardhik but has it's own population and customs. Rainstorms interrupted the planned start of the festival, but after a few hours of drying the microphones with hairdryers, they started. A woman born here but now living in Calgary was home for a visit and wanted to meet the American singers. She introduced me to her mother, a member of the local choir.

RIGHT The local choir singing in the rain with their accompanist whose accordion is shielded by the umbrella-wielding conductor.

Back to Bulgaria (metaphorically speaking)

It's time to write more about Dunava's trip to Bulgaria.

Upon leaving Kyustendil and the "Silver Buckle" festival, we took the long drive to Pazardzhik. We stayed in the lovely Hotel Primavera, a small but seemingly new pensione in the town center. I was so tired from the previous days that I stayed in the hotel and did not attend either the afternoon workshop with our hosts, Ensemble Pazardzhik, or dinner with the rest of the group. The rest did me a world of good, because the next day we could choose either a half-day trip to nearby Plovdiv or the same amount of time on our own. Several of us chose Plovdiv, even though it was difficult to get back on the bus again. Thankfully our driver N is a man of excellent good humor.

Sundial on mosque, Plovdiv

Restored Roman vomitory, Plovdiv

Plovdiv is divided, like Jerusalem, into a very old city and a new city. The highlights of the old city are the many restored ruins, which feature a complete Roman amphitheater still used for performances. Our small group explored the tourist part of the old city. New shops, cafes, and restaurants abound. Except for the public toilets, where a squat toilet and Western-style toilet sit privately side by side. To use either one, you have to "pay" the lady outside 50 stotinki, which regretfully doesn't make the toilets any cleaner.

Restored Roman amphitreatre, Plovdiv

We climbed up the cobblestone streets and looked in almost every antique shop to assist J in her hunt for antique jewelry and R for her search for authentic clothing. At the top of the hill we stopped for a light lunch overlooking the amphitheater.

Upon our return to Pazardzhik, I joined everyone for the afternoon workshop, during which I tried to pick up the four songs they had begun the day prior. We enjoyed a yummy dinner in an outdoor restaurant. Unfortunately, what felt like every mosquito in Bulgaria joined us and nibbled on D and I for their dinner. After too many bites to count, I headed back to the hotel.

On the way I saw a most beautiful cocker spaniel, enjoyed yet another conversation in French with M, his maman, and picked up a few more mosquito bites.

M and her English cocker spaniel David, Pazardzhik

Home!

I am home after two weeks in Bulgaria with Dunava. I promise to post more tomorrow!

Touring and Kyustendil

YThe past few days we've been busy with touring. This is the unglamorous side of even our tiny bit of showbiz. Wake up, get on the bus. Stop for gas, get on the bus. Arrive at new location. Short break, then lessons and/or performance. Dinner, sometimes very late with musicians, sometimes just us. Go to sleep. Repeat. 

After Bansko we want to Kyustendil. This is the performance sponsored by the USArtist grant (https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10152614132464017&id=699319016). 

After arriving in Kyustendil we had been invited to march in the parade with the other performers. J and I were again too tired to march, but the others had fun. Baby E makes us friends everywhere we go!

Our set was fourth in the lineup after groups from Bulgaria, Macedonia and Azerbaijan. Such glorious costumes, dancing and singing! It was my idea of heaven and brought back sharp memories of performing with Zivili in Columbus Ohio and with Radost in Seattle. 

Dunava was so well received, with  especially big applause for a Shope quartet featuring Ramona's Bulgarian style "yodeling."  

We went early to bed because next day we were back on the road. Dina received a silver pufti (belt buckle) and certificate of appreciation presented by the vice mayor. 

Bansko

We arrived in Bansko after stopping at an outdoor market with homemade honey, jams, beans (don't ask me why) and some gorgeous mushrooms. Jody and I rested and then both went to the workshop featuring a 14year old baritone with an amazing voice. 

We learned two songs and then went to dinner when I finally was able to order lamb. And fries. Not as good as the chips a few days ago. 

I walked back to the hotel and missed the music but had another lovely adventure. I got lost eating my daily ice cream and asked three older women where our hotel was located. They offered to walk me there (all this in Bulgarian and pantomime). 

One lady spoke about the same amount of French as I do: call it high school francais. Victoria was born here in Bansko. We chatted with great effort of memory on both parts. She asked how old I am (54) which she did not believe.  "You must be 25! No? But your face shines like light!"  Such a lovely compliment. 

When we caught up to the other ladies, we all introduced ourselves and Victoria explained about the crazy American singers from Seattle. I had to dig out my music to share with them and sampled Kaeramfilchetu and Izgryala e Mesechinka, which Yordana knew and sang with me. We were all very happy, me for finding them and them I think for befriending me. No doubt they will done out on this story as much as I. 

Selfie of Victoria, Yordana, Maria and me

Random pics from BG

 

For Jewish friends: Hila and I at the "kotel" in Kotel

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Desislava my music teacher. 

Chocolate ice cream face

Roommates

Music school

Yesterday we arrived at the music high school T attended. It's in the mountains of Kotel, a small village in the foothills. 

After we arrived I was exhausted from the earlier part of the day: shopping, lunch in an outdoor cafe and hot, hot sun. A shower and short nap helped and I was able to attend the group lesson. We learned a really beautiful "Happy Song."  

Our driver had a mandated 24hour break, so most of walked down the winding road to a lovely restaurant. We sat outdoors by a waterfall. A delightful setting. Sadly the menu was confusing. 

M thought she ordered sea scallops, French fries and hot tea. What she got was a bottle of cold iced tea, Saratoga-style potato chips (cut thin and fried but with a soft potato center) and pork scallopiini. But we laughed it off and it made a funny photo. 

We returned late, after midnight, and I barely woke up in time for coffee and the special Kotel bread - so yummy! Then I had a private lesson with one of the singers working with Dunava.

Lunch is in an hour and I am going to nap until then. 

J and I at a scenic view near Kotel

On the bus

We're driving now from Burgas to Khotel (no not the Wall in Jerusalem). 

Yesterday we left Varna. I enjoyed a walk on the beach while the others were singing for BG tv. I can't sing soprano at 9 am!

The long afternoon drive was broken by a surprise lunch at a family home. The owners were so welcoming to us and fed us a lovely traditional meal. Read more from Ramona on Dunblog (http://www.dunavlog.blogspot.com). 

I learned that the evening performance was late and dinner would be even later in a town 45 minutes drive away.  So J and I stayed in Burgas. I had excellent pizza for dinner and got a good night's sleep. 

Dinner at the Varimezovi home

First day in Bulgaria

The plane flights were okay but long. We landed safely in both Frankfurt and Sofia. Four month old baby E is the best mascot! She's a happy baby and everyone wants to hold her. Tzvetanka and Ivan met us at the airport.

Sofia is part Soviet era old midrise apartments with baskets of flowers on each windowsill, peeling paint, plenty of graffiti and part new glass business towers. It reminds our three Jewish Dunavites of Israel in the 70's and early 80's. You have to press a button in the hall to turn on the lights. The pillows and mattresses are flat and lumpy. But each unit has wireless internet.

The people are warm and friendly. Tzv and Ivan prepared dinner for all of us: the freshest tomatoes in Shopska salad, two kinds of moussaka, fresh fruit and home made slivovitz for several toasts. I taught them to say L'chaim! We sang a few songs for sheer pleasure.

After dinner Hila and I walked to an ATM so I could get cash, then spelled the Cyrillic business names on the door fronts. Good practice !

The apartment holds all 10 of us. A bottle of insect repellent opened in my toiletry kit and soaked everything in it. I'm trying to air it out. Jody and I napped before dinner and slept all night.

It's about 7 AM and I hear sounds of activity in the kitchen. Time to get up!

Send Dunava to Bulgaria

 

There are only three more days left if you want to help Dunava get to Bulgaria. Our web campaign Send Dunava to Bulgaria closes on Sunday June 29 at 11:59 PM PDT. We're at 73% of our goal. Please feel free to share the link and tell your friends. Even clicking through to visit the page helps Dunava gain visibility. Thank you again to all those who have donated!

BUSY

A quick update: I worked on the synagogue's big fundraiser at the end of last week. I cooked dinner on Friday night for eight people, everything made from scratch (challah, pumpkin curry soup, chicken roasted with green beans, farro with mushrooms, and apple strudels). Dunava spent three hours in the recording studio on Saturday. Sunday's fundraiser was a great success, with record attendance. Rik took me out to dinner to celebrate at Luc.

I spent most of today trying to recover from all of the above, but also took the dog on a long walk, went to the grocery store, and made mushroom lasagna for dinner.

I get chemo again on Friday, and plan to take full advantage of feeling well and having lots of energy this week!

Dunava tour

This past weekend, my choir Dunava toured to Eugene and Portland, Oregon.

We started by renting two Priuses. (Prii? We could not figure out the plural of Prius.) By going "green" with car rentals we hoped to save some money on gas. (I'm not sure this worked, as the Prius gets better mileage in city driving, not on the highway). The brand new cars were fun to drive and came with all the latest electronic bells and whistles, so we could connect a phone or iPod via Bluetooth, listen to our favorite music (and sing along) and all talk to the other car through the car's speakers.

To break up the drive, we went only to Portland on Friday night. We left at 7 PM, hoping to avoid rush hour traffic, and arrived around 10:30 PM. We all stayed with Dunava friends or family. In the morning we headed off to Eugene for an interview on KLCC, the NPR affiliate.

After our radio gig, we walked to the WOW Hall, site of our evening concert. There is a poster wall outside the hall, where some of us posed for a quick pic.


The Eugene gig also included a performance with the local folk dance band Kef. After the radio, members of Kef fed us lunch and we rehearsed the songs we planned to do together. After the previous late night, the radio gig, a long walk, food, and a rehearsal, I was pooped, and took a short nap with another Dunavette. Dinner was at  Cafe Yumm!, a Eugene favorite serving what tasted like Mexican-Asian food (beans, rice, cheese, cilantro, olives and Yumm sauce, a combination of tehina and soy sauce). Of course we had to get dessert at Sweet Life Patisserie, where I bought a chocolate truffle tartlet to eat after the show. 

The show went very well, although had a small audience. I was told we sounded great. The hall has good acoustics, so we didn't need amplification. We sang for about an hour, and then took a break while Kef set up. We joined them on their first number and again at the end of their dance set for a lesnoto medley. I danced until my makeup was practically running don my face from the sweat. We again had overnight home hospitality. My hostess was also from the Bronx, so we had a lot in common.

After a huge breakfast on Sunday, we got back into the Priuses (Prii?) and returned to Portland. Our first stop was to give a short performance for our director's grandfather. Then some of us crashed, but M, S and I went to Powell's Books, where I spent a blissful 90 minutes browsing their large collection of science fiction and fantasy. I found a title by favorite author Marion Zimmer Bradley which I didn't already own. The three of us next went to dinner at Ken's Artisan Pizza where we sat outdoors in the sunshine and shared a green salad with beets and Beecher's cheese, a pizza with roasted spring onions, mozzarella and fresh herbs and one with anchovies, fresh basil and tomato sauce. Delicious!

TaborSpace, our last concert venue, is a community coffee house located in a church. The room has comfy chairs at tables and nice acoustics. More Dunava family and friends attended this show, which also was well received. But I have to say, after three performances in less than 24 hours, I was exhausted.

We piled back into the cars around 9:30 PM to head home. It took longer than expected, partly because of some nighttime road construction, and partly because we stopped twice for potty breaks and a snack. I finally rolled in the door at 1:30 AM and was in bed by 2:00.

It was a long, fun weekend, filled with singing, dancing, Dunava bonding, and lots of talking. On Monday morning I woke up a baritone, and today I have progressed up the scale to a tenor. Still, I had plenty of energy thanks to the Afinitor+Aromasin+Faslodex combo, and I was thrilled to be able to participate!

Tired and happy

The weekend of singing has concluded.

Saturday's performance of Croatian songs at the NW Folklife Festival went well, although I had a huge brain fart. Our first number was a medley of two songs, and I am supposed to lead the second song. We finished the first song, and there were a few moments of silence, when suddenly our director D whispered to me, Jecam zela (the name of the second song). I looked back at her blankly, as if to say, "What's that?" Then H began to sing and my brain clicked into gear -- that's my solo. Oops! I rose to the occasion, the whole thing likely only lasted 20 seconds, and the rest of the set continued.

We also sang in the Croatian choral piece Ladarke. One minute before we were supposed to walk on stage, that director told me her soloist has been throwing up backstage and I should be ready to sing the solo lines (which I've done before, but still... on a minute's notice?). I told the director of course I would fill in if needed, not to worry. Thankfully the soloist was fine, I kept my eye on her, and she went on as planned.

"Arty" photo of Dunava under the lights

On Sunday we participated in the Bulgarian showcase. We joined with the local Bulgarian Voices choir in singing a popular Bulgarian tune about missing the homeland. Later on we performed our own short set of four songs. I know this audience wanted more from us, because they were cheering even as we walked onto the stage.

Then Rik took my mom home and I stayed on to dance. A friend from Dunava and I went to the Scandinavian dance where we did a lot of polkas, a pols, a swing dance and a waltz.  On the way over many people recognized us in our Dunava garb and gave us compliments on our singing.

After the Scandi dancing we ate shish kebab all the Balkan dancing started. I danced until my feet were even more numb than usual. It was huge fun to dance, to sing, to talk with friends who I might only see once a year, and to whoop and holler from the sheer joy of carrying on with hundreds of other people who all enjoy the same Balkan music and dance.

Today was the second day of Shavu'ot. Rabbi B had asked me to chant yizkor, the memorial service. When I agreed I didn't realize how much singing I had to do at Folklife, but it all worked out in spite of my late night dancing. However, I did have to sing in my lower range this morning. Rabbi complimented me and told me she'd like me to learn yet another part of the worship service. I think festival musaf may be in my future.

Singing, singing, singing

My life has been chock full of song. Over the weekend my choir, Dunava, sang as guests of City Cantabile Choir. On top of those concerts, we rehearsed for Folklife. I also ran the synagogue's annual meeting Sunday morning. I was pretty pooped by the end of last weekend.

Now Dunava is preparing for the NW Folklife Festival, where we're singing in both the Croatian and Bulgarian showcases. You can hear us in Croatian on Saturday around 1:15 PM in the Exhibition Hall and in Bulgarian on Sunday around 4:15 PM in the Bagley Wright Theatre. I recommend arriving early, since last year's Bulgarian showcase had a one hour wait to get into the theatre.

As always, Folklife is free. If you attend, I encourage you to give a $10 donation each day you'll be at the Festival. That's how we can keep this great tradition free for a long time to come.

Quick update

It's been doctors, doctors, doctors for days now.

Today I saw the dermatologist, who took biopsy samples from the scalp lesion (which was biopsied in 2010, but has regrown) and from a mole on my right breast. He thinks the odds of the mole being melanoma are small, but still... The scalp biopsy was my idea. It's possible that my cancer has changed from highly ER+/PR+ and Her2 neu negative. The last time we did this, in 2010, nothing had changed. But still my cancer had stopped responding to the estrogen blockers. Retesting has the potential to give me more treatment options.

Then it was off to see the naturopath, who didn't change my supplements but recommended StressArrest (mostly niacin and pantothic acid, from what I can tell). My stress level has been climbing and I might be on the verge of a depression.  I also left a message for my shrink.

Yesterday's medical trip involved unclotting my port. On Monday I went to the UW Hospital to give a blood sample for genetic testing for the BRCA 1 and 2 genes. (Again, I was tested in 2002 and came up negative, but the technology has improved in the interim and the test is evidently more sensitive now.) The nurses there were unable to get blood return from my port, and I didn't have time to come back at 4:30 PM for a few hours while they gave me alteplase to dissolve a clot in the port. So on Tuesday I went to Dr G's office. The nurses couldn't get good blood return either on the first try, so they gave me alteplase and voila! two hours later, I was fine.

I also learned yesterday that Dr G was scheduled to participate in a peer to peer review of my need for Afinitor (everolimus) and why my insurance company should pay for it. I haven' heard the results of that call, but interested parties can read about the study confirming its efficacy here. (This link may be for subscribers only, but you can google the title: "Everolimus in Postmenopausal Hormone-Receptor–Positive Advanced Breast Cancer.")

All this medical makes me stressed. Yesterday's therapy was to get in bed at the end of the afternoon and pull the covers over my head (denial). That didn't work too well. This afternoon I worked in the garden for an hour or so (avoidance). Pulling weeds was more therapeutic, but I still wonder if I am on the verge of depression. Tonight I sang with my choir Dunava and that was the best medicine of all. Singing lifts me out of myself.

Now I am tired but it's a good tired. On to more tomorrow.

Dance the night away

A few days ago I went to the first annual Balkan Night Northwest. It was a huge mash up of Balkan bands from around the Pacific NW. Dunava participated and despite being without two singers (one had to work; another got a terrible cold at the last minute) and a third feeling extremely ill, our show went on. We were well-received by a packed room in the kafana (club). It was one of our few performances using hand-help microphones, and they made a big difference from sharing mic stands.

Next door was the main stage with 14 bands lined up. I lasted until the zournas came out. These wild, screechy instruments always make a me a little crazy, and after being on my feet for five hours, I was pooped.

But before I left I had the best time EVER! I caught up with friends I haven't seen in ten years or more. I danced my favorite dances with my dance friends from our days in the Radost Folk Ensemble. The Croatian dances were particularly fantastic -- thanks to G, J, another J, E, S, N and next generation dancer A. Like homing pigeons, we found one another from across a very crowded dance floor. Our drms circle spun so fast, the room blurred.

I danced more and visited more until the room got so crowded that it was tough to move. I began to actually feel my feet again, and they were telling me to sit down. Rik came to pick me up just as my ability to cope with such a crowd began to dissipate. Turns out 800 people attended!

A stretch on the sofa that night, followed by doing nothing the next day, put me back in order. But what a great time! It was worth the price of crashing afterwards.

Make a pledge

I'm checking out a new micro-fundraising model on Kickstarter.

Donors pledge at least one dollar to help a project. Your credit card gets charged only if the organizers reach their goal. Plus you can help them reach their goal through social media, email to friends, blogging, etc.

I chose to support the first annual Balkan Night Northwest. Modeled after a similar event in New York City, it brings together musicians, singers and of course dancers. So close to my heart, I just had to make a pledge. (Full disclosure: Dunava is performing at this event.)

As an advocate of charitable giving, I hope you will check out the Kickstarter website, look over the many projects, and find something that speaks to your soul.

After all, what's one dollar in the greater scheme of your spending?

Finally coming up for air - Dunava concert

Now that ;ast week's craziness is complete, I can finally sit back and relax before leaping into the next thing, whatever it might be.

Friday night's rehearsal for the Dunava concert went well. We rehearsed all our entrances and exits, who was going to move chairs and microphones when needed, etc. The sound checking was fine, except that by singing through every song in the entire program the night before the concert. I may finally have over-sung.

I woke up Saturday morning feeling like a baritone. At synagogue I sang very softly, just to awaken my voice. I didn't stay for the kiddush lunch, but instead got a cup of hot water and greeted people on my way out the door. I tried to nap and fell soundly asleep for about an hour. Then I ate dinner at 4 PM (!) by carb-loading on leftover manicotti, dressed and did my makeup, and we walked out the door at 5:00. As we arrived at the store to pick up the flower bouquet for Dina and extra roses for each member of the choir, I realized I had left my skirt hanging at home. Rik drove back to get it, I bought the flowers, and we still arrived more or less on time at the theatre.

I think the concert was a smash success. The stage was dressed beautifully, like a living room in some Old World country, with colored rugs on the floor, lanterns, Bulgarian survachki, and tables and chairs. This was the brainchild of S, one of our biggest supporters and an extremely creative person, who was also the house manager and volunteer coordinator. My dear friend D, our stage manager, managed to set things up and keep us running smoothly.



There were about 225 people in  the audience, around 125 more than we had pre-sold tickets. As we ran off the stage after the first half, we jointly exclaimed, "That felt like it lasted ten minutes! Are you sure it was the whole thing?" Indeed, we had sung for 40 minutes straight. The second half featured duets, trios, and small ensembles as well as the whole choir. We ended with a bang (literally -- from the tupan), ran offstage and were immediately called back on to sing an encore. Dina loved her bouquet and the choir members were surprised to each receive a rose as well.

After the show I was greeted by each aspect of my personal world. Dr G and his wife attended. He has a longtime love affair with Bulgarian music and he seemed very pleased with the concert. He even gave me a hug. To members of my cancer support group came with their spouses. Some of my closest friends were there, and several friends from my synagogue. Plus all those former Radosties and other folks from the folk dance world. And Rik and his "other mother" S who came in especially to hear us sing. All in all I loved having my own personal fan club!

Maybe I will be able to post photos and a recording sometime soon... no promises.

Seattle Symphony Day of Music

Dunava sings from 12 - 12:30 PM in the Illsley Ball Nordstrom Recital Hall!

The Seattle Symphony and Music Director Ludovic Morlot invite the public to experience live music at Benaroya Hall with a FREE Day of Music on Sunday, September 18, from 12 noon to 6 p.m. Over 40 musical acts representing a host of genres — from rock and hip hop to jazz, classical and folk — will appear on multiple stages. A full listing of performers and times follows below.

Day of Music is FREE and no tickets are required for entrance. Activities specifically designed for children begin at 10:30 a.m. in Soundbridge Seattle Symphony Music Discovery Center, on the corner of Union Street and Second Avenue.

New this year, a wine tasting — featuring live music and select wineries from Seattle Metropolitanmagazine’s September 2011 “Washington’s 100 Best Wines” list — will occur in the Norcliffe Founders Room from 12:30 to 3:30 p.m. Tasting tickets will be available at the door for $20; the wine tasting is the only part of Day of Music that requires a paid ticket.Special thanks to Boeing and the World Presidents’ Organization, Los Angeles Chapter, for sponsoring this incredible event.

Day of Music
September 18, 2011, beginning at 12 noon
(Children’s activities begin at 10:30 a.m. in Soundbridge)

Schedule of Performances by Location

S. Mark Taper Foundation Auditorium
12:00 p.m. Seattle Sounders FC Sound Wave Band
1:00 p.m. The Seattle Repertory Jazz Orchestra
2:00 p.m. Seattle Women’s Chorus / Captain Smartypants
3:00 p.m. School of Rock (aspiring youth rockers)
4:00 p.m. Seattle Symphony
5:15 p.m. Seattle Symphony

Samuel and Althea Stroum Grand Lobby
11:45 a.m Nancy Kirkner & Janet Anderson (solo English handbells & piano)
12:30 p.m. The Baudboys (A Capella)
1:30 p.m. Seattle Symphony Musicians (chamber music)
2:30 p.m. Bag o’Tricks (contradance)
3:30 p.m. Toy-Box Trio (New Classical Music with Carnival Flair)
4:45 p.m. T.E.A.M (hip hop)

The Boeing Company Gallery
12:00 p.m. Levi Waggoner, Heather Dye & Laura Milleson (vocals and piano)
12:45 p.m. Timothy Garland & Victoria Parker (violin duo)
1:30 p.m. Four to the Floor (jazz quartet)
2:15 p.m. Eric Haines (one man band)
3:00 p.m. The University of Washington Chamber Music Club (String Quartet)
3:45 p.m. Snake Suspenderz (cartoon jazz)
4:30 p.m. Lohan Prado (Beatles covers)

Illsley Ball Nordstrom Recital Hall
12:00 p.m. Dunava (Balkan women’s choir)
12:45 p.m. Seattle Classic Guitar Society
1:30 p.m. Q&A with Seattle Symphony Music Director Ludovic Morlot
2:15 p.m. Pacific MusicWorks (early music)
3:00 p.m. David Paul Mesler & Tony Rondolone with live painting by Leigh Knowles Metteer (chamber music)
3:45 p.m. Seattle Youth Symphony Orchestras (string quartet)
4:30 p.m. Rondalya Sa Seattle (Filipino music)
5:15 p.m. 5th Avenue Theatre

Garden of Remembrance
12:00 p.m. Celtic Arts: Puirt na Gael (Scottish Instrument Quartet)
12:45 p.m. Byron Au Yong & Friends (Kidnapping Water: Bottled Operas)
1:30 p.m. Youth Rescue Mission (indie rock)
2:15 p.m. Q&A with Seattle Symphony Music Director Ludovic Morlot
3:00 p.m. New Age Flamenco
3:45 p.m. UmojaFest P.E.A.C.E Center (hip-hop soul)
4:30 p.m. Juliana and PAVA (Ancient Russian Folk Songs)
5:15 p.m. Zero Gravity Circus (psychedelic jam rock band)

Soundbridge
10:30 a.m. Randal Thatcher (drum circle)
11:30 a.m. Anna Vasilevskaya (Russian folk for kids)
12:30 p.m Mary Kantor (Harundineus clarinet quartet)
1:30 p.m. David Paul Mesler (songwriting workshop)
2:30 p.m. Watershed Opera
3:30 p.m. Kids Céilidh (Irish sing along)

Norcliffe Founders Room (wine tasting / $20 fee per person)
12:30 p.m. Just ’Cause (jazz quintet)
1:30 p.m. Lohan Prado (Beatles covers)
2:30 p.m. Ars Longa (chamber music)

*All programs and artists subject to change.