listening to: the microphones – i felt my size
random amusing quotes: “Oh, David. Did you get that email I sent about your head?” –Schleicher, during conducting seminar
Damn me, I should really be asleep.
Today was slow and painful. But also kind of awesome.
After orchestra, the studio met Brandon at Paradiso to plan out lessons and studio classes for the whole semester. It took a while, but I am now officially set for lessons this semester, and miraculously enough, about 75% of my lessons all occur on Tuesdays at 3. That is nearly unthinkable, considering how my past lessons have been scheduled. Also, I love our studio. Because we are all just so weird.
I also think I have the final program for my recital down (freakin’ A, it changes every month, doesn’t it). And I think it’s going to be in May. Blarn. I really wanted to have this recital out of the way by around April. But I suppose waiting until May will give me the chance to really work on something else besides Rococo and Britten, which it turns out will probably be…*drumroll* a Bach gamba sonata! So I’m going to have a Baroque/Rococo theme happening (the Britten suite may be 20th century, but the suite form is definitely Baroque), which is cool. Yeah, I know it keeps changing. But I really was not too excited about playing Beethoven. And I had no teacher to keep my random inability to make decisions in check. Man. My dad is going to FLIP OUT when I tell him I’m playing the gamba sonata. Now I just need to start working on it HA HA HA HA HA…aaah…
This meeting was followed by another 2.5 hour rehearsal for David’s recital completely killing my upper back. This rehearsal completed a full 6.5 hours of orchestral rehearsing for me in one day. And dear god, was it ever painful. Please remind me to not agree to play for things which will render me a pile of human rubble, in the future.
Today I also learned a very important lesson: do not accept carrots from strangers. Or even friends, if you’ve just had your wisdom teeth out. Because if you do, you’ll have carrot stuck in the holes in the back of your mouth through AAALL of conducting seminar. And it will drive you wack-o.
So…Kerry and I have officially been inducted into the true cult of MST3k. Because tonight, we watched Manos: the Hands of Fate. And…yeah. How that is classified as a movie is still outside my realm of comprehension. On that particular DVD is a collection of Poopie reels (basically, MST3k out-takes) which are quite hilarious. I think my favorite of all was where Joel walks onto the set with a plate of waffles, steps up to the camera and lifts the plate to acknowledge the waffles, and then says “pancakes.” For some reason, this was just so hilarious. Too hilarious. Basically about as hilarious as the time in the chat involving the mistypes “root bear” and “owmatl in my oatmeanl.” This pretty much equates to me laughing so hard I’m crying, unable to breathe, and possibly on the floor. For the record, that night with the chat was also the night that Kyra (who lives upstairs) heard me laughing in this manner and thought I was being robbed. Don’t do it, man.
And now I’m going to bed.
I’ll bet I’m going to wake up tomorrow, check out my blog, go “what the f–when did I write any of this??” Because…I’m tired. It’s been a long week. A long, freaking, four-day week.