Today is my dear friend Diana’s birthday, and I am taking her out for cupcakes this evening. She likes to tell me about a friend of hers from undergrad who used to HATE IT if you didn’t cadence. If you were to sing a scale up to the seventh and just hang there, he would glare and then compulsively finish it for you. Poor kid must’ve despised Debussy.
In honor of Diana’s birthday, I would like everyone to walk up to the coworker they love (or hate!) the most, sing a scale, and then stick a mental fermata on the seventh note. Hold as long as you can and then stand there and smile cheerfully until some response is garnered. Let me know how it goes!