It took two earbuds, yesterday morning, to deliver to my two ears a great Stephen Sondheim song — “It Takes Two.”
It takes two things very dear to my heart — seen on October 2 — to create the first “It Takes Two” image of today’s post:
It takes two happy moments for me to tell you that’s my wonderful friend (and ex-co-worker) Mary next to my new yellow car.
It takes two — I and my iPhone camera — to notice and capture pictures I think relate to my blog posts, every day.
- It takes two parents to help our son Aaron negotiate the college application process, so I’ve asked Aaron’s father, Leon, to meet with us today after 2 PM, to discuss all that.
- It takes two days for me to come up with all the wonderful things I can say about my son Aaron, so I’m probably going to spend two hours today at the keyboard creating a “Parent Brag Sheet for College Recommendations.”
- It takes two people, or more, in a therapy office to come up with effective ideas for dealing with anxiety, depression, and many other challenges to people’s mental health.
- It takes two cardiologists — Drs. Deeb Salem and Mark Estes — to give me the level of care I need for my very unusual heart.
- It takes two doctors — my Primary Care Physician and a sleep specialist — to help me figure out how the heck to treat my mild sleep apnea.
- It takes two sleep machines for me to conclude that I really dislike wearing a medical machine at night.
- It takes approximately two minutes for me to attempt to explain why I dislike wearing medical machines at night. That experience is way too close to too many memories I have of being attached to medical machines before the age of 12, when it took two parents to take me and leave me at Children’s Hospital to receive more than two pacemakers between the ages of 10 and 12, to keep me alive.
- It takes two months to reschedule an appointment with the sleep specialist at Tufts Medical Center, so I’m too grateful that I’m finally seeing seeing him, in not too much more than 2 x 2 days.
- It took two tickets to Boston’s Symphony Hall last night to get me and my boyfriend Michael in to see Mozart’s Requiem — which I sang 2 x 2 decades ago with the MIT Chorus. Musical scholars think it took two people to write Mozart’s Requiem: Mozart and Franz Sussmayr to complete it after Mozart’s untimely death at age 35.
It takes two people (at least) to create a legitimate Wikipedia page, and it takes two sentences from the Wikipedia entry about Mozart’s Requiem to show that it takes two of several different instruments to play the Requiem:
The Requiem is scored for 2 basset horns in F, 2 bassoons, 2 trumpets in D, 3 trombones (alto, tenor & bass), timpani (2 drums), violins, viola and basso continuo (cello, double bass, and organ). The vocal forces include soprano, contralto, tenor, and bass soloists and an SATB mixed choir.
When I sang the Requiem with the MIT Chorus two years after I had graduated from a college not too far from MIT, I was an “S” in the SATB (Soprano Alto Tenor Bass) mixed chorus.
Yesterday, it took two people to have this conversation about the Requiem:
Me: Perhaps the best music ever written — Mozart’s Requiem — is playing at Symphony Hall tonight. Do you want to go?
Michael (after a pause): Sure, baby.
It takes two words from my boyfriend to make me really, really happy, sometimes.
It takes two seconds for me to decide to share this part of the Requiem (which everybody agrees was written only by Mozart).
It apparently takes two musical numbers for me to successfully complete this post.
It takes way more than two people to help me create every post I write here. Thanks to all of them and to you — of course! — for taking the time to read this.