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Yesterday was quite fun. So was today. Spring break looks like it's going to be less fun, except it's a concert week, so I'll see a lot of them... though I dunno if I feel very social this week. And I have to do an awful lot of English and Physics and Calculus and a scholarship essay, and mama wants me to finish the boxes in her room this week, too.
So for now, I'll dwell in the past. The orchestra concert yesterday was amazing. I went with Reggie straight after school, because otherwise I had no ride. His mom gave me food while he changed at his house, and then we ate some of it in a corner before the rehearsal started... I'd meant to do some homework or go out and listen to it for real (I miss rehearsals with Dr Evans). However, I was overcome by a fit of felinity, and accidentally fell asleep after curling up in Reggie's very comfortable bass case. So I slept through their two-hour pre-concert rehearsal, absorbing itin my sleep by osmosis and remembering bits of it later, after I woke up properly.
The church always provides food for five bucks for the orchestra kids before a concert, and Reggie's mom was nice enough to give him ten, so we could both eat... It was spaghetti and salad and vegetables. Mm. I ate two plates and could barely move the rest of the night, but listening to the concert fortunately didn't require much movement. Reggie also ate enough to make himself sick, but I poked his hand and he seemed to be okay. I went and talked to him during intermission and his biggest concern was that there'd been a chair so close to him he couldn't bow properly or he'd hit it... So he couldn't get properly into the Beethoven Egmont overture or the Prokofiev piano concerto. Well, I certainly did.
I'd never heard of the overture, and it's the only piece frequently played from that set of incidental music he wrote (for the Goethe play, Egmont). It's quite fun and dramatic and Beethoven-esque, though I could have strangled the irritating plebeians on the front row next to me who were giggling and stage-whispering at each other throughout it... AGH. If they didn't care enough to be quiet, why were they there?
Anyway, then came the Prokofiev. It was the piano soloist who won the concerto competition, and she was phenomenal. Her hands can't be more than half the size of Reggie's, but she did the cleanest chormatic octave runs I've ever seen, and her articulation, expression, everything was completely perfect. So amazing. And then intermission, and I talked to Ellis a bit (he was in the row behind me when I went to sit so I could see the pianist's fingers). And then the Brahms. There's really not much I can say about Brahms 4, except that I love it to death and wish I could have played it with them this year. It reminds me of the Requiem in more than a few places. And it's fun to hear the real version of the compressed 3rd movement I have on my Yes album, Fragile. They call it Cans and Brahms, and do the whole primary-theme-presentation on three electric pianos and some cans.
Reggie's mom drove me home after picking something up from some house on the way. It's amazing how much I can say without talking properly. My verbalizing elements were simply dysfunctional, but he understood most of what I was trying to say, anyway, and we had quite an interesting conversation. And ha, his mom makes him walk me to my door when we get to my house, cause somebody might kidnap me while I'm on my way across the street or my lawn....
That reminds me. Today was also fun. I stayed after school till 5:30, just cause I could and there were going to be good people to hang out with. Tony and Reggie and I walked to General Joe's, after waiting to see if Tony's dad was coming. The line was longer than I'd ever seen it, so Reggie and I decided to go down Montrose to Jack-in-the-Box instead, though Tony couldn't come cause his dad might get there. However, Jack-in-the-Box wouldn't let us in without shoes, so we came back.
I hate crossing streets, so I try to get it over with as soon as possible... I jaywalk like nothing else, and it seems to have both scared and impressed Reggie. I started crossing because there was nobody on the right side, but then out of nowhere a bunch of people turned onto it from an intersection, so we walked about a block on the median, death zooming by on either side of us. Poor Reggie doesn't like cars. He doesn't even like riding in a car on the freeway, cause the wall scares with its proximity. Well, I have stranger fears. But I didn't think about it as I walked across the street until it was obvious we weren't going to get all the way across for a long time, because all these random cars kept turning onto the side we needed to get across.
Well, I led him through the valley of death, but we didn't die, and Tony and his dad were at General Joe's when we got there (General Joe's gets its business mainly from PVA kids, and aren't so discriminating about their antibarefootedness). We had begged a total of seven dollars from various people. When you get a plate of chicken, it comes with rice, and if you don't get drinks but water, you can get two egg rolls also and have two cents left over. So we did. It didn't fill him up, but he's huge, and we didn't have any more money. Well, two cents doesn't get you much at General Joe's.
However, we talked worth more than two cents. It was around 4 when we got there, and we stayed till after 5, and Tony left with his dad fairly near the beginning. I've never met anybody else (besides mama, with whom I've lived for my entire life, enough practice she's had at telepathy) who can understand what I'm saying even if it makes negative sense because I can't talk as fast as I can think and so only about every tenth word comes out and they have big gaps between them... It was very fun. And then we had to go back to school so his dad could find him to pick him up.
We fixed on his Fantasy for Piano awhile in a practice room (always discouraging to my composition ambitions), and I think if he ever writes it down I am going to dedicate an altar to that piece. Then we got silly and he started playing badbad baroque ditties in two keys at once, to make fun of them. But then he started playing it in the right key accidentally, and I had to escape the evil Baroqueness, and he followed me... We lay on the table outside for awhile before his dad got there, looking at the sky and the tree and how it was framed by the ivy-bushy wall of the big cement block that is school. And talked more. It was fun.
And now! I have Lakme on infinite repeat, watercolor pencils, markers and an ambition to finish a new stained-glass splash page for angelfire. Or maybe I will quit angelfire and move. But a new stained-glass splash page is in order, either way.
So for now, I'll dwell in the past. The orchestra concert yesterday was amazing. I went with Reggie straight after school, because otherwise I had no ride. His mom gave me food while he changed at his house, and then we ate some of it in a corner before the rehearsal started... I'd meant to do some homework or go out and listen to it for real (I miss rehearsals with Dr Evans). However, I was overcome by a fit of felinity, and accidentally fell asleep after curling up in Reggie's very comfortable bass case. So I slept through their two-hour pre-concert rehearsal, absorbing itin my sleep by osmosis and remembering bits of it later, after I woke up properly.
The church always provides food for five bucks for the orchestra kids before a concert, and Reggie's mom was nice enough to give him ten, so we could both eat... It was spaghetti and salad and vegetables. Mm. I ate two plates and could barely move the rest of the night, but listening to the concert fortunately didn't require much movement. Reggie also ate enough to make himself sick, but I poked his hand and he seemed to be okay. I went and talked to him during intermission and his biggest concern was that there'd been a chair so close to him he couldn't bow properly or he'd hit it... So he couldn't get properly into the Beethoven Egmont overture or the Prokofiev piano concerto. Well, I certainly did.
I'd never heard of the overture, and it's the only piece frequently played from that set of incidental music he wrote (for the Goethe play, Egmont). It's quite fun and dramatic and Beethoven-esque, though I could have strangled the irritating plebeians on the front row next to me who were giggling and stage-whispering at each other throughout it... AGH. If they didn't care enough to be quiet, why were they there?
Anyway, then came the Prokofiev. It was the piano soloist who won the concerto competition, and she was phenomenal. Her hands can't be more than half the size of Reggie's, but she did the cleanest chormatic octave runs I've ever seen, and her articulation, expression, everything was completely perfect. So amazing. And then intermission, and I talked to Ellis a bit (he was in the row behind me when I went to sit so I could see the pianist's fingers). And then the Brahms. There's really not much I can say about Brahms 4, except that I love it to death and wish I could have played it with them this year. It reminds me of the Requiem in more than a few places. And it's fun to hear the real version of the compressed 3rd movement I have on my Yes album, Fragile. They call it Cans and Brahms, and do the whole primary-theme-presentation on three electric pianos and some cans.
Reggie's mom drove me home after picking something up from some house on the way. It's amazing how much I can say without talking properly. My verbalizing elements were simply dysfunctional, but he understood most of what I was trying to say, anyway, and we had quite an interesting conversation. And ha, his mom makes him walk me to my door when we get to my house, cause somebody might kidnap me while I'm on my way across the street or my lawn....
That reminds me. Today was also fun. I stayed after school till 5:30, just cause I could and there were going to be good people to hang out with. Tony and Reggie and I walked to General Joe's, after waiting to see if Tony's dad was coming. The line was longer than I'd ever seen it, so Reggie and I decided to go down Montrose to Jack-in-the-Box instead, though Tony couldn't come cause his dad might get there. However, Jack-in-the-Box wouldn't let us in without shoes, so we came back.
I hate crossing streets, so I try to get it over with as soon as possible... I jaywalk like nothing else, and it seems to have both scared and impressed Reggie. I started crossing because there was nobody on the right side, but then out of nowhere a bunch of people turned onto it from an intersection, so we walked about a block on the median, death zooming by on either side of us. Poor Reggie doesn't like cars. He doesn't even like riding in a car on the freeway, cause the wall scares with its proximity. Well, I have stranger fears. But I didn't think about it as I walked across the street until it was obvious we weren't going to get all the way across for a long time, because all these random cars kept turning onto the side we needed to get across.
Well, I led him through the valley of death, but we didn't die, and Tony and his dad were at General Joe's when we got there (General Joe's gets its business mainly from PVA kids, and aren't so discriminating about their antibarefootedness). We had begged a total of seven dollars from various people. When you get a plate of chicken, it comes with rice, and if you don't get drinks but water, you can get two egg rolls also and have two cents left over. So we did. It didn't fill him up, but he's huge, and we didn't have any more money. Well, two cents doesn't get you much at General Joe's.
However, we talked worth more than two cents. It was around 4 when we got there, and we stayed till after 5, and Tony left with his dad fairly near the beginning. I've never met anybody else (besides mama, with whom I've lived for my entire life, enough practice she's had at telepathy) who can understand what I'm saying even if it makes negative sense because I can't talk as fast as I can think and so only about every tenth word comes out and they have big gaps between them... It was very fun. And then we had to go back to school so his dad could find him to pick him up.
We fixed on his Fantasy for Piano awhile in a practice room (always discouraging to my composition ambitions), and I think if he ever writes it down I am going to dedicate an altar to that piece. Then we got silly and he started playing badbad baroque ditties in two keys at once, to make fun of them. But then he started playing it in the right key accidentally, and I had to escape the evil Baroqueness, and he followed me... We lay on the table outside for awhile before his dad got there, looking at the sky and the tree and how it was framed by the ivy-bushy wall of the big cement block that is school. And talked more. It was fun.
And now! I have Lakme on infinite repeat, watercolor pencils, markers and an ambition to finish a new stained-glass splash page for angelfire. Or maybe I will quit angelfire and move. But a new stained-glass splash page is in order, either way.
