listening to: björk – bachelorette (mark bell zip mix)
So. When everybody who heard my Haydn last Wednesday came up to me and told me that it was really rockin’, by “really rockin'” did they just mean “in-total-disregard-to-life-forms-everywhere FAST”?!
Maybe you could guess that I finally listened to my recital recording last night.
I love my accompanist. Ben is awesome. I am willing to forgive him for starting the intro to Haydn a half-step up as a joke before the dress-rehearsal(I totally called him on that one, anyway). I am willing to forgive him for convincing me that he had a fake knee. However, I don’t know if I am willing to forgive him for the tempo of the 3rd movement of the Haydn OH MY GOD. But then again, you know. Meh (And also, I was being…you know. Facetious, about the Haydn tempo…thing. Now SHOO).
There is also the matter of WHY DIDN’T MY DAD CHECK THE RECORDING LEVEL OF THE MD BEFORE RECORDING?! It’s fine, except for the fact that I have to turn the volume up 8-million notches on any given stereo-system in order to hear the stuff at a normal volume. It sounds fuzzy, and you can pretty much hear movement being made by any given person who was sitting within a five foot radius of the mic. It’s not really that big a deal, and I wouldn’t care, except for the fact that I was depending on my recital recording to give me good cuts for my summer application-tapes. Oh well. This will just be a good excuse for me to re-record the Bach when I next have a chance, as I TORE THROUGH the prelude during the recital.
I mean…I’m done whining about things.
I can definitely see what Brandon means when he says I need to adjust my vibrato, now that I’m listening to my vibrato. I know that was something I had in mind to think about, and might have actually been working with. But…arrgh. Playing in front of people, the things I tell myself to keep in mind usually just go to hell in a hand-cart.
Also, I may not have mentioned that after our recital had actually started, I was walking up to my warm-up room and noticed that there were a couple random pages of PHOTOCOPIED programs sitting on a stand outside our room, and…well…there obviously hadn’t been enough for everybody. I didn’t pay it much mind at the time, because I was all like “omg, recital”. But…apparently our actual programs ended up being LOCKED in a ROOM that night, and our stage-hand person actually had to photo-copy two different pages from the two-sided program that was posted on a bulletin-board. God damn!! I HATE-A YOU ALL-A!! So now I have 50 original programs. All to myself. Would anybody like one? I’ll even give you two.
Right. Now I’m actually done whining about recital-related things. Laah.
Alright, I was about to write about what’s coming up in February that rocks but…
Ahem. And, hey look! The cover-art is still really stupid! Why is Owen an excessively muscular woman?