listening to: jill sobule – clever
Yesterday was officially the most ridiculous day. Ever. Just humor this unbelievably long and rambling post. It’s not often that I actually detail parts of my day anymore.
Starting yesterday after my last post:
1. I practiced, which was followed by a lesson. Which was pretty darn freaking good. Although I had to switch lesson times with Dan, who very kindly agreed to do so within 24 hours before said lesson. So as I’m waiting for the lesson before me to finish up (Adrian), and who comes around the corner but Laurel! And we both stare at each other for a moment like “oh shit, which one of us is an idiot and ended up scheduling a lesson during someone else’s lesson!” But it turns out our teacher was the idiot who forgot to de-double-book himself. Laurel was awesome and actually let me have the lesson, so I owe her. Seriously.
But lesson. Bowings were changed. Things were discussed. Stuff is good.
2. I went to pedagogy and was slightly antsy because I had to teach the next hour.
3. Adrian and I got our cellos and headed towards Urbana High School. Except Kate asked if she could hitch a ride, and we were like “cool” but then it turns out that fitting two large cellos, three people, and one violin in a Suzuki Aerio is…not…really…practical. Well shit. But we did it. And at some point I said something along the lines of “I hate…things.” And maybe you just had to be there. It’s the delivery that counts.
And then we got to Urbana High School and I reaffirmed two fairly substantial points for myself during our time spent there, which would be A) I hate high schools and B) it’s probably good that I’m not in music ed. Though somehow, I still want to teach people. Maybe just not very young people.
Things I would have appreciated about this teaching experience: not teaching in a hallway. In which the girls track team is actually PRACTICING and running through the halls behind us.
Also. I have a beef about teaching bow-hold. I’ll save that for another entry.
4. Adrian and I left the high school (letting Kate hitch a ride with someone else, because nobody really felt like sitting underneath a cello for a second time that day), and yelled, because interestingly enough, we both spend a lot of time yelling in one another’s presence, or so one of us pointed out. And then we grabbed some food and headed up to the third floor of the music building, and proceeded to have the WRONGEST DISCUSSION IN THE HISTORY OF DISCUSSIONS. This discussion involved five of us, and the topic began with females who have TWO uteruses (uterii??) and then quickly meandered to topics of incest and Siamese twins and…things. Maybe that’s all that needs saying. I don’t even know why I feel like this is important to mention here. Maybe because it made my day that much more wrong. Move along.
5. Then we went to the recording studio for our studio class, which was like the Talia-fest 2007, plus some other people. I played Beethoven and Debussy. And all went well except freaking dammit, there are two lines in the first movement of the Debussy that look almost exactly alike, and I have this tendency to play the first one twice, and then go “Dammit!” Except this time I didn’t go “dammit” so much as “sorry” out loud. And that’s weird. I used to make faces whenever I would screw up, but now I say “sorry.” I had totally better not do that in my recital. Actually, that would be kind of awesome. If I apologized for every mistake I made.
Also, there were moments in which I just wasn’t with Yu-Ju. Also, I still haven’t played the tango with piano yet. Hmm. It will all happen in good time.
Other people played. Brandon had to slip out early. Before he left, he took a look at my cello case (which is identical to his), and then proceeded to look confused for a moment and then say “this isn’t my cello” before walking out.
6. We headed to Ting-Chi’s recital. Most of the studio (five of us) sat with Brandon, and I occasionally enjoy basking the total ridiculousness that is our cello studio. It’s especially fun to tell stories about things Brandon has done. I love it.
Anyway. Ting-Chi’s recital. It was awesome. But damn, you guys. It’s weird to hear somebody else play the exact same thing you’re going to be playing in a week’s time. She and I are possibly the most different players to exist. So I heard the tango (specifically), and I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. Damn. Oh well. I will do what I do and just not worry about it. And continue to be better at starting different sorts of notes than I am playing through lines.
In vaguely related news, I have a pretty big goal for next year, and that is not to play the exact same repertoire that somebody else is playing. Because…this isn’t the first time this has happened, and it never fails to be weird.
7. Kyra and Ann talked me into going to Courier with them. So I went. And I ate things. And all was right in the world.
8. I went home and watched the latest episode of The Office. Which was DAWESOME. A nice change from all the drama as of late. I no longer want to punch Jim Halpert in the face. Though I do want them to fix his hair (you guys. John Krasinki is totally wearing a wig, since he had to alter his hair for some movie. this has been discussed. i wish i were joking). As somebody in the office lj community wrote, “My immense shallowness will not be sated if Pam declares her feelings to roadkill.” I mean, not that that occurring is anything but pure speculation, anyway. I mean, not that I’m this obsessive. Really. Nothing to see here!
9. I slept.
Today was of no consequence. It involved Mahler and hero-worship. A normal Friday.