That’d be a bass.

Deamela is Deana (right) and Pamela combined. I’m a smarty pants.

Is my anthem of late, when I’m not at work, surrounded by classical music.

It’s a tuba!

Saturday, the maestro held his second concert of the third series at Jordan Hall. I actually got to hear the concert and I have to say that, for someone who doesn’t know a damn thing about classical music, I really, really enjoyed this concert.

Joanna’s fantastic. She’s our concertmistress and a really good sport; she never gives me a hard time about taking photographers or recording her, which is why you should expect to see her the most often in our docs and promotional materials.

Only not really, because I’ll be beside her more than in her seat.  They’re making room for me in the office so that I can take photos and make videos for them on a more regular basis.

I only saw Rachel, Rob, and Greg for a minute the other day. It was nice, however brief. They prefer to come over when I’m not around… Like most people. Maybe the title of this should have been Ghost Jeffrey. See you on the other side.

Jeffrey picks up a gun. Lights out. Pow!

Applause, applause.

I did this because our conversation somehow drifted to murder and suicide. It was more naturally than this progression, but not by much.

They needed both of us (this is Carmen, the other assistant) at the office this week.

Yet, I find myself the least busy I’ve been in a few weeks right now. In fact, I’m bored – so get ready for me to play catch up.

This is Erica. I direct phone calls her way.