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I think people must come to the next vocal concert. It is when? Sometime in April. I will specify later. But there are songs in it sung by madrigals which truly surpass any melting I have done prior to it. I think people are amusing, also, in its context. Thus:
Tony: well, I'm so glad that the spanish piece turrned out so pretty in madrigals... we've at least got some cool music... Alleluia and Phillis are just kinda okay...
Me: It didn't just "turn out" pretty... I was in love with it from first runthrough... In case you didn't notice my postorgasmic exclamations...
Tony: oh I did.... it's pretty cool... that and Ave Verum Corpus are fuun... I wish we had something funny like yall had last year though... maybe he'll give us just one more
Me: We'll see. We're not on a performance concentration this time, so we may be able to do more with what we have.
Me: Ave Verum Corpus makes me want to cry, and Corazon Coraza makes me want to do something else, especially when Wes does dramatic recitations of the bits of Spanish I can understand...
Tony: I hope so... Phillis is okay I guess... the Alleluia is just showy and soo baroque... hah... he was in my spanish class last year... he won some spanish poetry reciting competition
Me: Phyllis is boring, but I think it'll be better when we're better at it and I don't have to work so hard to feel the high suspensions... He is VERY good at it.
Me: When is the next vocal concert?
Tony: Yupyup... he is..... except when he's trying too hard to be dramatic.. then I just have to giggle. Erm, some time in April
Me: I have to giggle anyway, but he really is good.
And then, also...
I have just had such an uplifting conversation with Reggie-the-pianistic-composer-genius. And the thing is, it was uplifting because I made him feel better. He's human, and insecure, and capable of depression in more than an antisocial-composition-genius kind of way, so I feel like I'm allowed to be, too. I look up to him so much as an artist, and yet feel like I ought to take care of him as a person... Cause he IS a person, and not just an artist. With personal problems in addition to his artistic ones. He has this sweet, overwhelmed enthusiasm about music and artists and composers and whatever sublime piece he's fallen in love with now (you know the kind... I do it fairly frequently)... And then he starts playing whatever the last thing is he wrote... It makes you forget he's a sophomore with some of the typical sophomoric problems and feelings to be hurt.
So anyway, he was having an quiet existential crisis, poor boy, and I think I may have helped him.
Now, if only there were some way I could care in more than a sort of abstracted, ashamed way that my grades aren't what they used to be, and actually apply myself?
I want the reflections of the moon on the hydrilla in the pool.
I want a lot of things, none of which is to do homework to fix the dumb physics grade I got.
I think people must come to the next vocal concert. It is when? Sometime in April. I will specify later. But there are songs in it sung by madrigals which truly surpass any melting I have done prior to it. I think people are amusing, also, in its context. Thus:
Tony: well, I'm so glad that the spanish piece turrned out so pretty in madrigals... we've at least got some cool music... Alleluia and Phillis are just kinda okay...
Me: It didn't just "turn out" pretty... I was in love with it from first runthrough... In case you didn't notice my postorgasmic exclamations...
Tony: oh I did.... it's pretty cool... that and Ave Verum Corpus are fuun... I wish we had something funny like yall had last year though... maybe he'll give us just one more
Me: We'll see. We're not on a performance concentration this time, so we may be able to do more with what we have.
Me: Ave Verum Corpus makes me want to cry, and Corazon Coraza makes me want to do something else, especially when Wes does dramatic recitations of the bits of Spanish I can understand...
Tony: I hope so... Phillis is okay I guess... the Alleluia is just showy and soo baroque... hah... he was in my spanish class last year... he won some spanish poetry reciting competition
Me: Phyllis is boring, but I think it'll be better when we're better at it and I don't have to work so hard to feel the high suspensions... He is VERY good at it.
Me: When is the next vocal concert?
Tony: Yupyup... he is..... except when he's trying too hard to be dramatic.. then I just have to giggle. Erm, some time in April
Me: I have to giggle anyway, but he really is good.
And then, also...
I have just had such an uplifting conversation with Reggie-the-pianistic-composer-genius. And the thing is, it was uplifting because I made him feel better. He's human, and insecure, and capable of depression in more than an antisocial-composition-genius kind of way, so I feel like I'm allowed to be, too. I look up to him so much as an artist, and yet feel like I ought to take care of him as a person... Cause he IS a person, and not just an artist. With personal problems in addition to his artistic ones. He has this sweet, overwhelmed enthusiasm about music and artists and composers and whatever sublime piece he's fallen in love with now (you know the kind... I do it fairly frequently)... And then he starts playing whatever the last thing is he wrote... It makes you forget he's a sophomore with some of the typical sophomoric problems and feelings to be hurt.
So anyway, he was having an quiet existential crisis, poor boy, and I think I may have helped him.
Now, if only there were some way I could care in more than a sort of abstracted, ashamed way that my grades aren't what they used to be, and actually apply myself?
I want the reflections of the moon on the hydrilla in the pool.
I want a lot of things, none of which is to do homework to fix the dumb physics grade I got.
