tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16945033228444835552024-03-14T01:03:50.734-04:00La Toya's Lifestyle BlogLa Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-59208320061597600822014-04-02T17:27:00.000-04:002014-04-02T17:27:15.790-04:00Wait, how is it April?<b>::clears cobwebs from blog::</b><br />
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Helloooo! And how is everyone on this fine April (?!?!?!) afternoon? I'm doing lovely and thought I <br />
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The updates are, I have been doing all sorts of cool things and also <span style="color: magenta;">boring things</span>. Packing my weekends with too many activities, not getting enough sleep, getting too much sleep. Getting some <span style="font-size: large;">bizarre flu/sinusitis hybrid</span> and doing a competition anyway. Joining a gym beside the one I already don't go to and then <b><span style="color: magenta;">nailing it at said gym</span></b>.<br />
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And that's all I can remember off the top of my head. Trust - I have been thinking of all sort of entries day in and day out for this blog and taking pictures to support these entires. But after a while, I got too overwhelmed and just said to hell with it all, I won't write anything.<br />
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Now here we are months later with no content! Well this just can't stand. So I'll slowly be adding all the stuff that I should've been writing and post dating them. Don't be alarmed, but I'm going to be <i>overwhelming</i> your RSS feeds for a little while.<br />
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At first I told myself that I wouldn't, I absolutely would NOT tell people on social media (and real life) that I was going back to the gym and "dieting". It's not really anyone's business and there's always that one "expert" (read: naysayer) that wants to debunk any and every method you're using for weight loss. I also don't want anyone to think that since I'm posting about working out that it's an invitation for them to attempt to educate me on what I should or shouldn't be doing. I<span style="line-height: 16.5pt;">f there's something I just <u>cannot stand</u>, it's <b>unsolicited advice</b>. Trust me, if I want your help, I will ask you for it gleefully and, sometimes, ad nauseum. </span></div>
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And many if not all of the blogs/FB status updates I see are fitness divas posting AFTER they've gotten through the toughest part. The part where you step into the gym for the first time and everyone knows they have never seen you before. Or that they haven't seen you in a while and mentally take note of it. The part where you can't even do 5 push-ups anymore or run for more than a solid minute. When you walk over to a machine for the first time in a long time and you're moving a little slower than everyone else so you can accustom yourself to it. Or when you're one of the most out of shape people in the group fitness classes and you can't keep up, so you stand in the back. And when you really need to just have a seat in the locker room just for a second because DAMN that was so hard but at least you gave it your entire effort. </div>
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Yes, going back to the gym isn't exactly party time, but it's a celebration because you've made that first step to change your life and take back control of your health. So please don't take my proclamations, instagram pictures, blog entries, and FB check-ins at/about the gym as some sort of bragging - I'm just hoping that someone (like me not too long ago) will be inspired to follow suit. Or, the easiest thing, that you'll just be happy for me! </div>
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La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-17759284323354534752014-01-18T11:00:00.000-05:002014-02-10T17:41:19.773-05:00Best of...Jan 13 - 17<span style="font-size: large;">Best Day</span><br />
This Wednesday, I went to the American Museum of Natural History with my friend Jessica. Wait but hold on, let me back up. The week before this I saw this picture when I randomly looked up from my phone. I then posted a pic on my IG feed and Jessica said she had a membership there and we'd be able to go for free. The power of social media!!! So beside getting to see the amazing museum, we went to see the incredible new feature Dark Universe in the Big Bang Theater. I was so into it, especially since he talked about Supernovas. Which I have deemed my favorite Outer Space phenomena beside Black Holes.<br />
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Also on Wednesday, as per tradition, we went to the local Uno just up the street from the museum and had their lunch special. While I was profoundly disappointed with the pizza and salad I ate, Uno redeemed itself with this absurdly delicious White Chocolate Macadamia Nut Cookie Sundae. It was a mini-dessert so I was like okay whatevs!<br />
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Hmm, well ALSO on Wednesday (probably my favorite day this week out of all the days), it was warm enough (at first) to break out that Houndstooth Jacket my mom bought me. Here I am pictured with an entire day time diva look...which, now that I think about it, was entirely put together by my mother haha!<br />
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<i>In October 2013, I went on my first National Tour with Wynton Marsalis and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra. I sang the Abyssinian Mass written by Mr. Marsalis with Chorale Le Chateau led by Damien Sneed.</i> </div>
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Around this part of the tour, it REALLY was starting to feel like we were at work, which, we were...and nice work if you can get it. But Texas was legitamately a blur to me because it happened so quickly. Here are all three cities...er from what I remember.<br />
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So it was about an 8 hour ride from NOLA to Houston and it was all very much a blur. We left really early in the morning to get there in time for our concert which was the day of. Once we got to the lovely hotel, I think I took like a 40 second nap before getting ready for soundcheck. The show was awesome and we came directly back to the hotel. A few friends from NY perform with the Houston Grand Opera house so we got to see them that night!!<br />
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<a href="http://youtu.be/ZDyyqwnn-x4?t=5m6s" target="_blank">I mean Big D, lil' a, double L-A-S!</a> Who knew that when I sang that ridiculous song lyrics in Most Happy Fella 6 years ago, that I'd actually go to this place? All I remember really was the delicious BBQ. The other thing I remember were the little Halloween cookies we got from one of the choir members' Mom upon our arrival at the hotel. Cookies in Halloween bags?!?! More tour magic!!!<br />
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So around the time we got to Austin, all I knew was that I had no idea what day it was. It might've been Wednesday or Sunday, no one really knows. But what I do know is that I had an entire afternoon to rest before the next concert. My friend gave me a manicure (as I was starting to look like an actual Halloween witch) and I had the largest possible iced coffee from Starbucks (conveniently located in the lobby).<br />
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At our final stop in Texas, Austin was a great time and I was reunited with another one of my old friends I hadn't seen in years because she lives down there!! I'm excited to go visit Texas again some time since I didn't have much time to really get to see everything. And um, yeah the bbq down there is the best.La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-9605840500382716612014-01-13T09:00:00.000-05:002014-02-10T15:57:51.022-05:00Weekend Round Up {Jan 10 - Jan 12}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Friday</span> was one of those completely unplanned awesome evenings. After I gave myself mad props for making it to the gym 3 times in one week, I ended up going to a jazz show around the corner from my house (literally) featuring some of my old friends from the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra: The Wynton Marsalis Quintet. I was like Throwback Thursday guys!<br />
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It was so ridiculously dope because I had only seen them play the music from the Mass while we were on tour and got like a small taste of what they were all capable of during their interludes. When I tell you these guys were ON FIRE. I mean woooooooow. I have to upload a bunch of video to YouTube so people can experience what I did.<br />
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I included a video here of this woman dancing. Apparently because the band was so large, they didn't have much room for a dance floor like they normally do there. So there was an announcement made that the audience had to remain seated. That did NOT stop this lady right here. I saw her out of the corner of my eye standing, and then moving her hips a little. <span style="font-size: large;">And once the band started really hitting, she started dancing more fiercely saying "I GOTTA dance, shit!"</span> and some people laughed around her and she added, "I'm 81 years old, hell, I might die tomorrow! Shit!" It was *such* an amazing moment.<br />
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I took it easy on <span style="font-size: large;">Saturday</span> and basically realized how tired I was and on <span style="font-size: large;">Sunday</span>, I sweated it out at Hot Yoga. YEEEAH BOYEEE.<br />
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Back when I was in the gym a lot a few years ago, I took a "Virgin" Yoga class once a week for about 2 months before attempting a "Hot Yoga" class at Crunch. They can't really call it Bikram Yoga but that's what it is. I was super intrigued by the whole hot part of it but knew it would be a challenge. Even after all my Yoga 101 training, the first Hot Yoga class was tough. I wore all the wrong things and didn't drink enough water before, during, or after. Still somehow, I took about 5 more classes before I got severely dehydrated and just never went back.<br />
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This past Sunday was my first day back in Hot Yoga. I don't really know what I was thinking. I haven't taken a Yoga class in years, I don't stretch on a daily basis, and I've been super wound up ever since I started working out. It was a 90 minute class in this teeny tiny studio at Crunch but for some reason I was just over the moon about even being there. I mean, I know how to wash my hair now so I can't use sweating my hair out as a con to this class. I had on the right pants and shirt this time. I already had a ton of water and know know the benefits of Coconut Water. I am ACES at this time.<br />
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The class was pretty tough and I really had to pace myself but BY GAD, I'm on my way. The heat felt great, the sweating felt detoxifying, and the stretches were deep. I'm working my way up to making this class a few times a week before this is all said and done. Hot Yoga is here to stay! ::80s sitcom overly excited freeze frame!::<br />
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PS: Also, today is my half birthday.La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-26870465642081935422014-01-12T16:33:00.000-05:002014-02-10T16:17:21.001-05:007th City: New Orleans - The Saenger Theater {Tour Life} Part II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>In October 2013, I went on my first National Tour with Wynton Marsalis and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra. I sang the Abyssinian Mass written by Mr. Marsalis with Chorale Le Chateau led by Damien Sneed.</i> </div>
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On my second day in New Orleans, I got to have an incredibly delicious lunch at Royal House Oyster Bar with a couple of tour mates. Ridiculously good.<br />
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We basically had a foodie excursion ending at Marie Levaux's House of Voodoo. Which was really serendipitous because that next month, I created the role in a new musical The Witching Hour.<br />
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We got back to the hotel with enough time to get ready for soundcheck. The theater was the most incredible theater we had seen. It looked like we were outside on a starry night. I was having so much trouble keeping my jaw off the floor that I barely paid attention to the soundcheck, ha!<br />
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We sang our hearts out as always and were really excited to be in Wynton's hometown. I have to say this was my MOST favorite part of tour and it was when I finally realized how absolutely magical and enchanted my life has become. I knew from this point onward things would never be the same again...in the most positive way!<br />
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Please enjoy a clip of us singing that evening below.<br />
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La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-16379744301766760882014-01-11T11:16:00.000-05:002014-01-14T11:17:00.832-05:00Revenge of the Zumba {Bettering the Brand}For some strange reason, I went to Zumba classes three times this week. I guess it's not as strange as it is ironic. Ironic that my first legit week back at the gym, I managed to *flawlessly* go 3 times in one week. <i>Ironic</i> that each time was to take a class that is one of my least favorite classes to take at any gym anywhere.
It's probably because it's supposed to be fun and I always get too caught up in the fact that these songs suck and these dance moves are foolish. And I almost always forget that I'm actually working out and HALLELUJAH, weight loss!<br />
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On <span style="font-size: large;">Monday</span>, my very first week back at the gym, I begrudgingly went back to the gym at Park Slope. I didn't know what the schedule was and tried to look at it online for hours. I thought my internet was just being slow but after I called the gym (determination!) they told me it was their system, and that the class that I was hoping to take was turned into a Zumba class. Great. So I went to the class and it was overcrowded as usual with people who aren't aware of the space around them and who don't do the moves well enough for me to at least decipher what's happening up at the front. The music was also unrecognizable and cheesy and I was so annoyed. But then we did that fun thing where whoever was on the side of the room is now in the front of the room and I got to see myself in the mirror killing the moves with all the others in the class (my backup dancers) behind me. I remembered that 1. I'm awesome 2. I like dancing and 3. HOLY CRAP IM DOING A WORK OUT RIGHT NOW<br />
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On <b><span style="color: magenta;">Wednesday</span></b><span style="color: #222222;"> my friend Brittany invited me to her favorite Zumba class IN HARLEM. So that sentence alone should let you know that I wasn't in my right state of mind, going all the way to Harlem for Zumba no less. But that class ended up being a whole lot of fun with GREAT music and an awesome teacher. So I might be going back who knows. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: large;">Friday</span> was an interesting day. I planned to take the 2FLY class which is 90s hiphop dance music and moves and literally the most fun I've ever had at the gym, but somehow (read: laying in the bed for too long) I missed every train that would've gotten me there on time. And I was left with...you guessed it, a Zumba class all the way up in Midtown East, which could not be more inconvenient to get to. But I did it and I'm feeling just fine. I'm looking forward to the gym next week and am already noticing that things are getting easier to do.
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</span>La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-55055937863683168152014-01-07T03:08:00.000-05:002014-01-09T03:17:56.569-05:00Fashion Corner + DIY #2<span style="font-size: large;">Fashion Finds</span><br />
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So my mom got me this BOMB Houndstooth Black and White Coat. I wanted to wear that bad boy immediately but then we were hit with that inexplicable Polar Vortex and I had to dress like an eskimo for days and days. But oh you just wait, I'll be wearing that jacket soon enough...</div>
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So Brittany and I went to Michael's on Columbus Ave. today and after meandering the store for 2 hours (I'm not exaggerating), we both got black magnetic boards, magnetic strips (to attach to our make-up), and some decorations. Mine was a complete bust!!! But I hung up the blank board while I go look for stronger magnets and ended up making my bedroom look all cute. And Brittany's board looks perfect. I don't even understand how we both used the same materials and hers came out like that. Whatever, I'm a singer not a magician ::grumble grumble:: Her board looks bomb though, go Brit!! </div>
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La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-91872808689663318912014-01-06T09:30:00.000-05:002014-02-10T15:42:55.278-05:00Weekend Round Up {Jan. 3rd - Jan. 5th}Hmm, let's see what did I do this weekend? OH RIGHT, I had an super amazing awesome fantastic recital, duh!<br />
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And it was just absolutely fantastic. I had a very, very good crowd filled with mostly new comers who hadn't heard me sing yet. I was so ridiculously excited for this concert. Which is to say that I'm not always incredibly excited for the concerts that I do, namely because I haven't been in good voice for a single solitary concert at any point since I started doing them. So I was constantly concerned that I would be falling flat on my face in previous concerts. But luckily, I sang the BEST I have ever sung. And I tried something new...speaking before each set! Okay that's not incredibly avant garde or anything BUT I did feel like I was turning over a new leaf. And I got some really good feedback about it afterward.<br />
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Then we weren't sure where to go for the after party so we had a really delicious burger from 67 Burger<br />
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and drinks at Moes. Speaking of both places...I didn't know that 67 Burger has such delicious burgers. I think the first time I went there, I had a salad...yeah I know, laugh it up.<br />
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And at Moe's the big surprise was that my Uncle showed up there randomly! I gotta say though, I didn't like that spot, so I won't be going back.<br />
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On <span style="font-size: large;">Sunday</span> I just basked in the warm glow of my recent accomplishment. I read all my txts, emails, cards, and messages from friends and family. It was truly a great weekend and an incredible start to an even better year than last!<br />
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<i>In October 2013, I went on my first National Tour with Wynton Marsalis and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra. I sang the Abyssinian Mass written by Mr. Marsalis with Chorale Le Chateau led by Damien Sneed.</i> </div>
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Firstly, the trip from Augusta to New Orleans was 12 hours long. Somehow, this was the most comfortable 12 hours I've ever experienced. We made some really good pit stops, including one with a HUGE Barnes and Noble & a Waffle House (duh, winning!) Not to mention that a mom of one of the mezzos in the choir (hey Amber!) made us all pie. <br />
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Even our rest stops were magic and fun. We needed to stretch our legs so naturally, NATURALLY everyone went outside and started dancing. What a blessing and treasure to know that there is a legion of musicians/performers who are on the same eccentric level as you.<br />
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I think we got to the Hyatt Regency, which was my most favorite hotel, around 8pm or 9pm. I'm pretty sure I was still sleeping so I was moving rather sluggishly to get off the bus. I noticed a small commotion outside of the bus but figured everyone was just excited to finally be in NOLA. Nope, turns out, <a href="http://youtu.be/P0FKzPfsxA4" target="_blank">Bobby Brown</a> was outside the hotel, just minding his business smoking a cigarette. Maybe I dreamed that, I don't know, nothing seemed real anymore. But the fact of the matter is, Bobby Brown really WAS there and I was totally going to go <a href="http://rustnbones.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/the-running-man-dance.jpg" target="_blank">do the running man</a> with him. I wanted to say "<a href="http://youtu.be/ducEUo6aTtA" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Too hot to handle, too cold to hold, they called the Ghostbusters and they in control!</span></a>". But I decided against that and just told him how big of a fan I am and that I did earnestly still listen to his greatest hits quite regularly. He asked me what I did for a living and I told him I was an opera singer on tour with WM and JALC and then, Bobby Brown imitated an opera singer and sang opera to me. Because, well, you know, of COURSE.<br />
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I was completely unprepared for the majesty that awaited me when I walked into the hotel. OH THE MAJESTY. It was like a cruise ship sailing to Narnia. And there were two Starbucks inside the hotel itself. I mean, sign me up! There were direct flight elevators and chandeliers and jazz clubs and restaurants. The tv even greeted me when I got to the room. Just, what? But I had to get ready for an event in town that one of the tour girls put together so I didn't fully take everything in. Next thing I knew, me and the girls were taking in the sights and the sounds of the French Quarter. It was there that I partook in my first <b>mouthwatering</b>, <span style="color: red;">perfectly seasoned</span>, <i>crispy</i>, exceptional, <i>heavenly</i> <b>Shrimp Po' Boy </b>from a local hole in the wall. If someone a year ago when I quit my day job told me that I'd be standing in New Orleans, in perfect weather, mid-October, eating a shrimp po' boy (that I still dream about to this day), after being sung to by Bobby Brown, while on tour with Wynton Marsalis, well I'd tell them they had a very active imagination.<br />
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<i>In October 2013, I went on my first National Tour with Wynton Marsalis and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra. I sang the Abyssinian Mass written by Mr. Marsalis with Chorale Le Chateau led by Damien Sneed.</i> </div>
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This post is video heavy, which isn't so bad. So make sure you watch them all, they're very short, but you'll feel like you were there with us!<br />
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After Athens, we had a quick jaunt over to Augusta. This town is our conductor, Damien Sneed's hometown and you could feel the excitement among all of us. I personally was nervous because I didn't want to ruin the show, might've just been me thinking that though, because how would I have done that? Teehee!<br />
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The hotel as usual was very lovely and we got to spend a little time there before going to soundcheck. I caught some video of some of the guys throwing around a football with the composer.<br />
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As usual, the show was fantastic and emotional as we could feel the immensity of Maestro Sneed's presence in that church. How big of an event it was for him to bring Wynton Marsalis, who is also his mentor, to his home church. I loved hearing the shouts of praise for Damien and feeling the love for him as people gave him standing ovations. I was so incredibly inspired by the entire experience.<br />
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Last but not least, check out this awesome video that Jazz at Lincoln made of us in Augusta:
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">L</span>ook at how bold I am, making resolutions and putting them on the internet for everyone to hold me accountable for! I noticed a lot of people on my FB feed and on IG saying that they're not making resolutions this year. I'm wondering why? Is it because making a resolution means that we have resolved to stop doing this one not-so-good thing that we kept doing last year? Is it because it makes us feel like we need to improve and if don't we've failed? Well what's wrong with improving? I improve every year and even when I feel at my best, there's still way more I can do. So I say, I SURELY have some resolutions and I'm going to tell you all right now.</span><br />
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1. <b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">More Gym Dates/Active Outings</span></b></div>
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A couple weeks ago, I went on a Scavenger Hunt throughout NYC. It was on a Sunday and it lasted 3 hours. Do you know what I normally do for 3 hours on Sundays? Bottomless Boozy Brunches. Which, don't get me wrong, are AMAZING and perfect. If you enjoy <i>Mimosas,</i> Pancakes <b>and/or</b> Steak and Eggs at the same time, please go do this this year. But the amount of fun I had running around the city doing this Scavenger Hunt reminded me that <span style="font-size: large;">I don't need to be lazy AND turn my brain off just because it's the weekend</span>. I actually really love using the ole noggin. And I enjoy being active. I'm also part of a really great gym (<a href="http://www.crunch.com/" target="_blank">Crunch Fitness</a>) that offers really fun classes (Zumba, hip hop dance, etc) and there's no reason that I can't round up a few friends to take these classes with me. It translates better to me than "I'm going to be hitting the gym like crazy in 2014". Sure I will, but I'd prefer an active lifestyle to become something I do forever, not just because it's January 1st. </div>
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After all my tour life excitement and social butterflying, I got into the habit of dining out and ordering take out PERHAPS too often. Some people started asking me <b>when</b> <i>exactly</i> do I cook. Beside how I'm eating being, really none of anyone's business, I did have to ask myself the same question. Along the years, I've become quite the chef and most of the time I can cook up something real nice for myself. And you, if you're lucky! </div>
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3. <b><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">More gratitude</span></b></div>
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Gratitude comes in all forms. I started practicing gratitude two years ago and it changed my life. Just being thankful for the smallest things, the train arriving minutes after I get into the station, a warm breeze on a Spring evening, picking a really sweet apple...I mean you NAME IT. And when you're grateful for the little things, oh the grand things you shall receive. That would explain why every single amazing thing that <a href="http://latoyalewis.blogspot.com/search/label/abyssinian%20mass" target="_blank">happened to me on tour</a> was a brain explosion.</div>
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I'm an introverted extrovert who doesn't like spontaneity. I'm also a product of a "well, are they paying?" mindset and I'm not entirely sure where I got that from. In 2013, I said yes to so many things that didn't necessarily pay me but left me feeling richer than I could imagine. Last year, I sang National Anthems at events that led to further networking opportunities. I volunteered to be the Social Media manager with a company and the work I've done with them will end up helping me move forward in my own career. I even said yes to singing in a musical that is being considered to head to Broadway (!!!!) The most rewarding of all these <i>just-say-YES</i> opportunities is my position at the All Stars Inc. in Manhattan. I got to teach inner city children how to sing and expose them to opera. Working with them helped me remember why I sing and how incredibly brave I am to do it as often as I do. </div>
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Includes: Read more books, Travel and explore more places, Blog more (done and done!), See more Live Shows, and Sing more! MOAR.</div>
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And this goes hand in hand with the previous point. I'm a nerd, I love to read, I'm SUPER GIRLY, I want to go to tea parties. I'm still a kid at heart, video games are awesome...I'm not afraid to stand in the Nintendo World store and play the newest video games out. And who cares if that's quirky, that's who I am. And when I'm unapologetically ME, that's when I'm truly the happiest.</div>
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La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-49897194064710225882014-01-01T14:15:00.000-05:002014-01-01T14:15:06.169-05:005th City: Athens, GA - University of Georgia Performing Arts Center {Tour Life}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>In October 2013, I went on my first National Tour with Wynton Marsalis and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra. I sang the Abyssinian Mass written by Mr. Marsalis with Chorale Le Chateau led by Damien Sneed.</i> </div>
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So I've never been to Georgia and I was so excited about EVERYTHING. I may or may not have asked what timezone we would be in when we got there...<br />
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Full disclosure, the only thing I was concerned about regarding this tour was whether or not I would implode from riding on a tour bus for hours at a time all through the South. The fact is, it was such a good time. Every single time we stopped, it didn't matter if we were at a sprawling outdoor mall or a tiny gas station - we made the absolute most of it. It was like one long field trip. <br />
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We got to Athens while the sun was still out. It was a proper day off so we got to catch up on laundry and sleep. Some of us went to explore the college town not too far away from us. This was the first city that I completely indulged in a day off. We layed by the pool and tanned and it was just luxurious and incredible. I was having trouble making any of this make sense. Like, this is supposed to be WORK? I'm having the time of my life, I'M SITTING BY A POOL ON A WEEKDAY.<br />
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I would say the coolest part of this particular leg of the trip was getting to know everyone better and relaxing. One super amazing is-this-real-life thing that happened was being invited to a dinner party at the last minute. There were some extra seats available to dine with Mr. Marsalis and a few band members at a close colleagues home. When I say they welcomed the 5 of us that came to the dinner party with open arms, I mean it! There was savory beef stew, hearty <br />
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potatoes, perfectly sweet Sweet Tea, and let's not even TALK about dessert. Okay, no, let's talk about it. Pecan Pie. And so much of it that they let us take a couple back to the hotel with us to share with the others.<br />
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I might be mixing days up but after the show, a few of the band members and Mr. Marsalis were standing in the lobby eating some of the local cuisine (read: Ribs) and I asked a choral member if she'd come with me to take my picture with him. I still hadn't really figured out how to greet him but I figured it was now or never, or else people would think I was making this whole thing up. I probably said "Um, hello, uh sir? Can I er, takeapicturewithyousorryyoureating" and I'm certain he replied, "What? Of course!" And there you have it, my first picture with Mr. Wynton Marsalis. Is this real life?<br />
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<br />La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-881666974762724112013-12-31T13:11:00.000-05:002013-12-31T14:30:11.691-05:00What a Tremendous Year! {Favorite things Part I}<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
There's no way I'm going to be able to talk about all my very favorite things of 2013 in one post, so maybe I'll spend the next week or so looking back on it. For now, here are my favorite albums, nails swatches, and vacations of this year.</div>
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When JT had this on iTunes for the preview, I was so surprised at how non-Justin Timberlake-y it sounded. It was like this complete work of art that he made with no pressure or expectations for a radio single. I couldn't get enough of the album and felt like if he extended each song 10 minutes longer, I would've been okay with that. </div>
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Makes me think of this sultry summer. Finally a bunch of low voices on an album together. And what amazing writing. Tank KILLED every entrance, background vocal, solo line, hook on this album. I also want to add that I never even noticed that the album was called something beside TGT.</div>
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On repeat: <a href="http://youtu.be/YTEML3EkL-g" target="_blank">Explode</a></div>
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What a dope album, reminds me of my mini-vacay to Virginia Beach in May. Daft Punk aficionados say this isn't their best though. Upon further investigation of their catalog, I discovered that they are right. But this was still an album I listened to for days and days.</div>
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<b>Honorable Mention: </b>Beyoncé's self titled album, Dreamboat Annie by Heart, Rhythm and Repose by Glen Hansard</div>
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I like to keep it simple in most situations but I always add an accent nail (or Party Nail as some people inexplicably call it) or two to express my style. I'm generally a bit of a Plain Jane fashion wise so I use my nails as the chance to be bold. These are a few of my favorites this year because of the textures and the blend with my skin color. I've always been a fan of anything that is includes glitter and sparkles, and I love <a href="http://polishandpearls.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Essie-Mirror-Metallics-2325.jpg" target="_blank">metallic effects</a>.</div>
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I was going to include food in this post, but I could just go on and on. Maybe later in the week. But here are a few favorite food things in NYC worth mentioning: </div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><b>Did any of your favorites make this list?</b></span></div>
La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-58424845429869337152013-12-31T01:57:00.001-05:002013-12-31T01:57:49.027-05:004th City: Charlotte, NC - Friendship Missionary Baptist Church {Tour Life}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>In October 2013, I went on my first National Tour with Wynton Marsalis and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra. I sang the Abyssinian Mass written by Mr. Marsalis with Chorale Le Chateau led by Damien Sneed.</i> </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">A</span>fter DC we took a semi long ride back down to North Carolina. I had never been to Charlotte before and everyone mentioned to me how cool of a town it was. We stayed right downtown Charlotte and they were right, it was a really nice area and I wished I could've stayed and explored longer!<br />
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The next day was when we actually performed at the beautiful Friendship Missionary Baptist Church. This would be the first time we were performing the piece in a church and there was something so special about that. The mass was slowly becoming closer and closer to our hearts and no longer just a piece we rehearsed all year and were taking on the road, it was now part of us.<br />
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I'd the say the most fun I had was after the concert when some of the girls from the alto section started free style singing in the dressing room. We were definitely having church in that room! It was just amazing to hear what those girls could do with their voices and their unrehearsed harmonies. We were all becoming a lot more familiar with each other and it was starting to feel like I was on the road with my closest friends and family. Some of us even went to Karaoke that night. I'm certain someone has this on tape but I'm not going to look around for it for everyone's sake.<br />
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Oh also, I had this sumptuous She Crab Bisque for lunch at the restaurant in the hotel. I'm still dreaming about that bisque.La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-10257294522965628072013-12-31T01:17:00.000-05:002013-12-31T01:18:16.092-05:00Fashion Corner + DYI<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>Fashion Finds</b></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Credit: The Polishaholic<br />Also, this is the precise color I have and I promise you it doesn't look like this.</td></tr>
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While I was out Christmas Shopping, I stumbled upon a<b> Leopard Print blazer</b> and a discounted <b>China Glaze Holographic nail polish</b>. I haven't worn the blazer out yet, but it fits me like someone made it for my body type. I can't wait to throw it on. Will more than likely pair with all black and a metallic heel.<br />
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I tried out the "holographic" China Glaze and was really disappointed with the lack of hologram. I'm going to stick with Color Club when it comes to that particular nail effect.<br />
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On Saturday night, my mom threw a holiday event for family and friends and her color scheme was <span style="color: #666666;">silver</span>, white, and <span style="color: blue;">blue</span>. I, of course, didn't have many of these colors at home so I went around to my favorite stores to see if I could get bargain on a quick dress within the color scheme. Lo and behold, I found this White A line pencil dress with Grey Houndstooth. It also came with that silver belt. I mean how perfect was that? I didn't have to look too hard. I paired it up with my favorite blue pumps by Guess and a couple pieces I had laying around the house. I found that G Clef necklace at one of those jewelry stores on 34th street that's always having some blow out sale. The necklace itself is Sterling Silver as most costume jewelry doesn't agree with my skin. I think I also got that magnetic bracelet from the same store. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also, blue smokey eye!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: purple;">Also, OMG DYI Magnetic Makeup Boards?!?</span></b></span></div>
My friend Brittany put me on to a little do it yourself project that I plan to do in the upcoming weeks: <span style="font-size: large;">Magnetic Makeup Boards</span>. Looks like you just get a nice frame (or a not nice one at a thift store and spray paint it), attach some sheet metal (from Home Depot), decorate the sheet metal, throw some magnets on your make-up and voila! Okay so I made that sound a bit more complex than what I was aiming for but I cannot WAIT to do this!! Here are some photos of my favs from the web:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Credit: Samanthafranz.buzznet.com</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Credit: <a href="http://kristenscreationsonline.blogspot.com/">kristenscreationsonline.blogspot.com</a></td></tr>
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La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-75380043530932081692013-12-30T19:38:00.001-05:002013-12-30T19:41:29.825-05:00Third City: Washington DC - The Kennedy Center {Tour Life}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>In October 2013, I went on my first National Tour with Wynton Marsalis and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra. I sang the Abyssinian Mass written by Mr. Marsalis with Chorale Le Chateau led by Damien Sneed.</i> </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">W</span>e drove to DC early in the morning and I slept most of the time. I was so afraid to be riding a tour bus everywhere, but it was so totally fine. I had some amazing meditative music and it always kept me pretty zen. Before I knew it, we were in DC (it was only 3 hours anyway). I was SO excited to be back there as I hadn't really stepped foot in DC in a good 22 years. Yikes! What?<br />
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I was also extremely excited to sing at the Kennedy Center and to see my best good friends Parker and David. I was definitely taking pictures of everything like that tourist that I was.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's me on the right, with the hat on! Behind the piano!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_VDOk6OA5sQc_HojB-IqpbWMkiW67_0exH1xfQD5UobonC1aFHuIuugBTHwQFDebvDh9WvF3wwI_m4N5BWCBm07S-Vr95ZisAICHi_K9WHAlN04hQ42TtSsObRZ6EyPXlt9tCS7WiJI/s1600/IMG_9715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_VDOk6OA5sQc_HojB-IqpbWMkiW67_0exH1xfQD5UobonC1aFHuIuugBTHwQFDebvDh9WvF3wwI_m4N5BWCBm07S-Vr95ZisAICHi_K9WHAlN04hQ42TtSsObRZ6EyPXlt9tCS7WiJI/s320/IMG_9715.JPG" width="240" /></a>In between soundcheck and the show, we got to go out in the city and have lunch. I had <b>THE MOST DELICIOUS</b> Lobster Ravioli at <a href="http://www.circaatfoggybottom.com/" target="_blank">CIRCA at Foggy Bottom</a>. I mean, so good. After that we went up to the top of the Kennedy Center to look at all of DC from there. I was told the that view at night was stunning, but I didn't get a chance to indulge. Next time, for sure!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzW8kv1jTO6kvp1LAkPS1Cw4PWnMwXvSvmAaPSGXJf2Twreh5TPr5fFnzdhNNduk589VaYABS-F4kCKAd6AaropdBhgid7zo7KmYXu3zoP5EgxpbCQRmO4CNsQqv6vXPLnwdAdpDY6bqY/s1600/IMG_9742.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzW8kv1jTO6kvp1LAkPS1Cw4PWnMwXvSvmAaPSGXJf2Twreh5TPr5fFnzdhNNduk589VaYABS-F4kCKAd6AaropdBhgid7zo7KmYXu3zoP5EgxpbCQRmO4CNsQqv6vXPLnwdAdpDY6bqY/s320/IMG_9742.PNG" width="180" /></a>I actually bought a wig for the tour. I don't normally wear wigs, I don't know how to put them on or <b>ANYTHING</b>. I had my friend Lauren Michelle help me out with the pincurls and the actual putting on of the wig. I was pretty excited too and I was telling just about everyone that I was walked by that I was wearing a wig. How convenient!<br />
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But by the time I got on that stage, I was sweating bullets and I felt like my scalp <span style="font-size: large;">was slowly being ripped off of my skull</span>. I was also afraid to move too much just in case it shifted or something. And to top it all off, I wore the most Presidential dress I could find, because you know, we're in DC and everything. BUT I only brought knee highs, not full stockings. SO between my wig potentially falling off and the entire audience noticing that there was about 1/8 of my legs showing between the knee highs and the dress, I was very happy to stand in the back out of anyone's line of sight. As luck would have it, <b>I was moved to the front row at the last minute</b>. Yep, of course. Cheers!<br />
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Luckily, there were no knee high or wig mishaps and we had another thrilling concert. My phone had no reception so I sent my friends in the audience about a million texts before I got to meet up with them really quickly and take about a thousand selfies before getting on the bus to the hotel which wasn't very close to the venue this time around. My dinner was these <b>AMAZING</b> Angus Sliders and Truffle Mashed Potatoes at the rooftop revolving restaurant in the hotel. I'm drooling thinking about them. BRB walking to DC to get more.<br />
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Here's a snippet of our performance!<br />
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La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-48370347290266505472013-12-30T08:00:00.000-05:002013-12-31T01:20:14.891-05:00Weekend Round-up! {Dec. 27 - Dec. 29}<span style="font-size: x-large;">W</span>ell this weekend didn't involve too much singing but it was still a busy one. On <b>Friday</b>, I had some grandiose plans of making a big dinner or going to get my nails done or something like that. But instead, I waited until the eleventh hour and went to the stores at Union Square to look for a dress for my mother's holiday dinner event. I ended up with this lovely Grey and White Houndstooth dress since the colors at the event were Silver, White, and Sky Blue. I went with Blue pumps and Grey Opaque tights. I might do s<a href="http://latoyalewis.blogspot.com/2013/12/fashion-corner-dyi.html" target="_blank">ome sort of fashion post later in the week</a> highlighting my entire ensemble, which I never got a full length picture of! Ack!<br />
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On <b>Saturday</b>, I had two things to accomplish before the party: Getting my hair done and buying Halal Chicken for my Muslim relatives. I did both with flair and ease and I took pictures of both the chicken and my hair, but I think you'd be more interested in seeing my hair. And OMG I did a blue smokey eye for the first time in my life. This is pictured above.<br />
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The party was a success but MAN was I tired after breaking everything down and helping my mom clean up. I wanted to make this Sunday my last brunch <b>Sunday</b> with a huge flair and flourish but I decided to keep it indoors and catch up on a whole bunch of Homeland and blog of course. I also spent a bit of time preparing for my <a href="http://latoyalewis.blogspot.com/2013/12/this-is-my-fav-or-ite-show-because-it.html" target="_blank">upcoming recital you're all coming to on Saturday</a>.<br />
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How was everyone's weekend??<br />
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<i>In October 2013, I went on my first National Tour with Wynton Marsalis and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra. I sang the Abyssinian Mass written by Mr. Marsalis with Chorale Le Chateau led by Damien Sneed.</i> </div>
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Our next stop was Norfolk VA to sing in the Chrysler Hall. After two days in Chapel Hill, I was almost sad to leave. Then of course I remembered we had so many other cool places to go to.<br />
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After another delicious dinner, we got ready for show 3. This was a great audience too and we got a great ovation from them. After the show, I was so wired from all the energy. I was starting to hear the piece in a much more different way than I ever had in rehearsal or even in the 2 previous shows.<br />
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Additionally, we found out that The Virginia Arts Festival had an after-party and invited us to it. This was the first of a few surprise events that occurred after the concert. I remember thinking to myself "<b>Wow really La Toya, all of the dresses that you have in your suitcase and you didn't think to bring one with you for after the show?!</b>" But like everything, it was completely fine for us to hang out as we were. We all had on our Chorale Le Chateau hoodies so it was uniformed enough. The food was delicious and the wine was plentiful. We all got back on the tour buses and threw an impromptu dance party...on the bus, because, tour life.<br />
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When we got back to the gorgeous hotel, who was sitting on the couches in the lobby but the man himself! I was probably the last to know that Wynton is the coolest most approachable dude ever, so when I saw him there, I immediately thought of the most professional greeting to say so that, you know, I'd look professional when greeting him. I probably said "Good evening Mr. Maestro Marsalis sir" and courtesyed or tipped an invisible hat or something, who knows, seemed appropriate! I was so tired that night and thankful for the experience in Norfolk and was very ready to get to DC the next morning!<br />
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Here's a clip of us singing the Our Father that evening<br />
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La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-55199418679911430292013-12-29T13:22:00.000-05:002013-12-30T14:14:59.492-05:00This is my fav-or-ite show, because it is my show. {How to recital in NYC}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">C</span>an't believe my concert is a few days away!! So, this is the first solo recital that I've done in about 6 months and it's also the first time I've done a concert completely by myself. No guest artists, all La Toya, <span style="font-size: large;">all the time. </span>It's Saturday January 4th at 8pm sharp! Don't be late, I'm literally starting at 8pm and ending with enough time for us to have a reception, yaaaaa!<br />
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<b>There's still time to get your tickets:</b> <a href="http://www.eventbrite.com/e/la-toya-in-concert-tickets-9614237443">http://www.eventbrite.com/e/la-toya-in-concert-tickets-9614237443</a> (unless you're reading this after January 4th 2014, then...OMG it was so awesome, you totally missed it!)<br />
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I started putting together concerts after I completely quit working day jobs last Fall. It was one of those, if you build it they will come moments. It was around October and after a well deserved vacation visiting my friend and her family for a week (Hi Angie!!) I realized I had nothing lined up for the Winter. I legitimately had nothing lined up AT ALL<i> for the foreseeable future</i>. While this would normally *freak out* the average opera singer, <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: purple;">I'm not your average opera singer</span></span>. I thought to myself, I know ALL this music...so why not do a recital. We had to do them in Undergrad and Grad and it's almost like second nature to me at this point.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdR4CHbC9Bfah55VLi6GCGOUTNv5Fl847oN97rfX_7ZqrNStijZS_GkKTj6oGSXED_ctqTqTFJI_kAdrnP7CnIGqINqf8HRiAMtUS3aDNuUXp-vpq8Y0Ft58YPsG-_pwOclMJTRQGs3I/s1600/LoveSongsAd1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdR4CHbC9Bfah55VLi6GCGOUTNv5Fl847oN97rfX_7ZqrNStijZS_GkKTj6oGSXED_ctqTqTFJI_kAdrnP7CnIGqINqf8HRiAMtUS3aDNuUXp-vpq8Y0Ft58YPsG-_pwOclMJTRQGs3I/s320/LoveSongsAd1.jpg" width="320" /></a>I also had so many friends in town (ya know, since I'm from NYC) who were/are always asking me when they could hear me sing next. So it was almost like "<i>duh La Toya, do shows</i>".<br />
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I feel as though each time gets better, whether it's me picking the right space, the right repertoire, or just singing well. It's also giving me the experience all performers need to get up in front of a group of people to perfect their craft. No matter how much practicing you do in the practice room, nothing really compares to singing for an audience.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lKIrQp0wllHIeMR1dmsqORGvSTxHnDZAGltN9OFmAjqnCWIB199TvMA8jFKF59RN_jPJdx9QG4l6L91OVRhPUK16QAD78EmTFN84DPsXljdmaSzdBnLOJaOM7iRU2ov5nd_GEIGGKfs/s1600/SavetheDate713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lKIrQp0wllHIeMR1dmsqORGvSTxHnDZAGltN9OFmAjqnCWIB199TvMA8jFKF59RN_jPJdx9QG4l6L91OVRhPUK16QAD78EmTFN84DPsXljdmaSzdBnLOJaOM7iRU2ov5nd_GEIGGKfs/s320/SavetheDate713.jpg" width="320" /></a>It's also really fun for me to be completely in charge of every aspect of planning and executing a concert. I'm the <b>event coordinator</b>, the <b>marketing manager</b>, the <b>admin assistant</b>, the <b>social media manager</b>, the <b>media consultant/ad person</b>,<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: red;">oh and I'm THE TALENT</span></span>. While it can feel a little overwhelming in moments (however brief these moments may be), it's so gratifying to see something you've envisioned take shape and be a success.<br />
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Here's a clip from my February concert "Love Songs". After a tumultuous week of my lil bro in and out of the hospital (he's totally fine now), wrapping up at a temp gig, and finding out I was selected to be in the Abyssinian Mass Tour with Wynton Marsalis & having the first rehearsal within 24 hours of finding out (whaaa!?) I performed this entire recital on a <span style="color: red;">FLAMING SORE THROAT</span>. I even made an announcement about it because I was 87% certain my voice was going to fail before it was all over.<br />
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To all the naysayers, I say, it IS possible to perform on your own dime in this town, you just have to have the patience and the gall to <span style="font-size: large;">do things for yourself</span>. And to all the<b> hopefuls</b> thinking about going on out a limb I say, <b><i>if opportunity isn't knocking, build yourself a door. </i></b>La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-33899820304978823012013-12-28T08:00:00.000-05:002013-12-28T08:00:00.329-05:00First City: Chapel Hill {Tour Life}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>In October 2013, I went on my first National Tour with Wynton Marsalis and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra. I sang the Abyssinian Mass written by Mr. Marsalis with Chorale Le Chateau led by Damien Sneed.</i> </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">O</span><span style="background-color: white;">riginally, when I went on my first tour this year, I wanted to write about each city and show you pictures of my food and all that. While I did eat and take pictures of everything, I didn't lift a finger to write down all my experiences.Well, while it's still fairly fresh in my mind, I'll write about as many cities as I can remember.</span><br />
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Our first stop was Chapel Hill. It was a pretty long bus ride that started out at 3am and we made quite a few stops. One of my most favorite was at Cracker Barrel somewhere in Virginia. Just about everyone who doesn't have a Cracker Barrel within reach of them is OBSESSED with it. I am no exception. Doning our super dope new hoodies with our names emblazoned on the back (<i>thanks Damien ^_^</i>), we descended upon the first of many Cracker Barrel oases.<br />
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Also, I didn't get very many pictures because I was so tired! AND I got a little sniffle over night, so for the first concert my voice was so shot! I was super bummed about getting a cold so soon but I also <b>not bummed</b> because, I'm on tour.<br />
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After sound check, we went to dinner (I didn't take pictures of the food because I still didn't want to be *that* person), and finally went backstage to get ready for show 1. It was so well received and exciting to finally sing this in front of a bunch of people. Tour was definitely off to a great start.<br />
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Here's a shot of us from the photographer Frank Stewart, I'm the fifth dot from the left on the top row. Teehee!<br />
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<br />La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-56478687328478529722013-12-27T14:01:00.000-05:002013-12-27T14:16:40.075-05:00First Tour: T minus 3 days to go {a look back}<br />
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<i>In October 2013, I went on my first National Tour with Wynton Marsalis and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra. I sang the Abyssinian Mass written by Mr. Marsalis with Chorale Le Chateau led by Damien Sneed.</i> </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span> found out earlier this year that I was going on tour and didn't really mention it to the masses for months and months because I felt like I was dreaming! Showing up to Jazz at Lincoln Center at the stage door every few weeks and rehearsing a piece that the legend Wynton Marsalis wrote...I mean, how could this be real life? It was a question I'd be asking all year long.<br />
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I don't really know what I was expecting but whatever that was, it was BEYOND what I could imagine. Firstly, I was surrounded by greatness. From the conductor <a href="http://www.damiensneed.com/biography/" target="_blank">Damien Sneed</a> to the <a href="http://jalc.org/about/jlco" target="_blank">Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra</a> and everyone in between, we had some of the best musicians around in that room with us. And every single person in that choir could <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">sing their faces off</span> and it really validated my place in that room. That I was among the best of the best and I was <i>included</i> in that best.<br />
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Fast forward to the beginning of October, it was the first of 3 days of rehearsal where we'd be rehearsing the Mass with the band for 6 hours per day. During those 3 days, there were some very interesting guests. On my way to lunch that Monday, I'm the only person in the hallway getting on the elevator and WHO walks out of the Dizzy's Jazz Club with their entourage but <a href="http://www.fantasiaofficial.com/us/home" target="_blank">Fantasia Barrino</a>. I don't even get star struck by people but for some reason, I was with her. Maybe because we were both at work that day, in the same place, and I was thinking, maybe I shouldn't say anything. But then she said "Hay-llo" to ME in her signature raspy voice. HA! I'm actually a really big fan of her and voted for her every week when she was on Idol.<br />
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The 2nd day, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crosby,_Stills,_Nash_%26_Young" target="_blank">Crosby, Stills & Nash</a> randomly showed up to the rehearsal. I don't know why, surely they were performing somewhere themselves and just wanted to check out the production. No big deal I guess. But *I* was freaking out because I spent a year trying to figure out the name of this one classic rock song, but I could only think of this part "<b>Do do do do do DOOT DOOT DO DO</b>". And it was such a long frustrating year because when I typed that into a search bar, don't you know, google COULDN'T TELL ME WHAT I MEANT. Anyway long story short, it was "<i>Judy Blue Eyes</i>" by them and I felt closer to that band after someone finally told me and sent me their CD (Thanks Debi!!). Okay, so that's why it was important to me that they showed up. I wanted to yell to them "Hey!!! <b>Do do do do do DOOT DOOT DO DO. </b>You know what I mean?!?!" What a La Toya-centric coincidence! (I cued up a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMbuJXQCIvo&feature=youtu.be&t=6m32s" target="_blank">YouTube Vid of this song HERE</a> just in case you have NO idea what I'm talking about)</div>
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And on the 3rd day, someone who looked like <a href="http://ronrainesonline.com/" target="_blank">Ron Raines</a> showed up. Only, it WAS Ron Raines. This sealed the deal for me because after my friend <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2372608/" target="_blank">Lawrence Saint-Victor</a> got a role on Guiding Light, I started watching the soap opera to support him. I very quickly became a mega-fan of the character Alan Spalding (played by Raines) and how tremendously exquisite his villainous portrayal was. Just supreme. I loved him. So on that 3rd day when Ron Raines showed up to rehearsal I really had to ask myself if this was real life.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And we hadn't even left for tour yet...!</span><br />
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La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-60332841516003769142013-12-26T12:45:00.002-05:002013-12-26T12:45:53.487-05:00Christmas Eve {LIKE A BOSS}I've had such a good, responsible week. How easy is it to be <u>completely irresponsible</u> when you don't have a 9 to 5 or roommates to hold you accountable for being an adult ammirite?! Is that just me??<br />
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I digress...this past Tuesday, I had my only church gig of the season (whaaaa?) and there was a bunch of music to learn for it. So I took Monday to carefully go over all my solos and start the arduous task of cleaning my house. I also intended on doing some last minute shopping but never got around to it. I ended the night with a late night viewing of Anchorman 2, which, for all intents and purposes was a good movie and served its sequel purposes.<br />
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On Christmas Eve, I JUMPED outta bed (read: rolled and/or slid outta bed) and made my last minute presents game plan. Go to Union Square and in one fell swoop, obtain all of my Christmas gifts (and some gifts for me too. Because, presents), and make it back home in time for some more practicing. I went to my favorite local hipster coffee joint, Daily Press Bed Stuy, and got a normal drip coffee. I haven't had caffeine in a while so it made me unnecessarily antsy, jittery, and all out impatient on my train ride. Note to self: slowly eliminate caffeine from diet.<br />
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I made it to Best Buy to get my little bro some headphones and made the grave mistake of standing in the "Tablet only" check out line. That line moved so slowly <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">I almost set the place on fire with my GAZE</span>. I mean, I wanted to shake the worker who told me it was okay to stand in that line.<br />
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Then I went to Burlington (nothing of note happened there, beside me wanting to buy myself presents) and finally Barnes and Noble. I called in advance to have the book held for me at the front so I didn't need to search. But, being the girl that I am, I looked around the entire store like I had never seen books before. I happened upon these gorgeously (newly) illustrated Harry Potter book covers and stood there (in the children's section) and took an incredible amount of pictures. I also started talking to myself. "<b>WOW I can't believe that he decided to illustrate THAT PART!</b>" and "<b>Man, I should just read this entire series AGAIN</b>!"<br />
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My phone battery died before I could take a picture of my lunch (like I do), but I can tell you that it was nothing to write home about, and I won't be going back to that Thai place. Bleh.<br />
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Fast forward to the Mass - I was able to record myself singing a bit and will probably try to throw that vid together some time this week. But here's a little snippet. It's He Shall Feed His Flock from Handel's Messiah. Hope everyone had a great holiday!La Toyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04837173119599366968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694503322844483555.post-17501131563623418482013-12-23T14:23:00.002-05:002013-12-23T14:58:50.212-05:00Weekend Roundup! {Dec. 20th - Dec. 22nd}<span style="font-size: large;">O</span>n Friday, I sang in my old high school friend's wedding at Riverside Church, and it was AMAZING. No hyperbole there, I'm serious. If I were thinking, I would've taken a photo from the stage point of view. All I got is this fantastic photo:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">T</span>he last time I was here, I was probably an undergrad at Purchase College seeing <a href="http://www.reneefleming.com/about/" target="_blank">Renee Fleming</a> live for the first time. This was also my first time singing an Ave Maria with organ for a wedding! So unbeknownst to the lovely Athalie, this was a big moment for me! Congrats girl!<br />
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On Saturday, I caught up with some old friends at a Christmas Party and Sunday morning I had a delicious brunch (featuring Truffle Mac and Cheese for all my foodies in the house).<br />
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I finished up the weekend with a much needed Nature Walk in Prospect Park and a rehearsal for an upcoming Midnight Mass performance. Whew, that's a whole lot!! I'm looking forward to the week ahead. How was your weekend??</div>
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