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Now that I think back on it, I have had _such_ a pleasant day. Whew.
The nice kind of school day with no academics, then in Composition Reggie came down to my practice room and I got a whole page of instrumental beginning of a song in the opera done with his help. So fun. And then home, and then Nabil brought some blades over and ended up hanging out for about an hour, learning chainmail and climbing trees. I'm going to make some swords someday; I have two slightly bent fencing blades (a foil and a sabre), and a katana whose tang is broken, which I'm to re-hilt, shorter, and give back to Nabil. And then off to rehearsal. Ooh. Kaddish. With orchestra.
It's like a passionately Romantic expression of the Jewish traditional argument with God. Except it's a really cool, expressive kind of contemporary atonal Romanticism. So much rhythm, ooh. I love it so much.
The outing afterwards (though Tonyless, because his mother was there early, astutely predicting our 9:30 dismissal tonigh) was quite fun and yet really pleasantly mellow. Much fewer people came than usually do, and everybody but Gina (who is Mr Dixon's wife, actually) and Salad left fairly early. We spent nearly an hour just the four of us, talking about childhood accidents, injuries throughout life, politics, religion, and the Kaddish. Nice, fun conversation, when it's not five people away down the table and inaudible. Salad's having a barbecue on April 4th. Yay.
The nice kind of school day with no academics, then in Composition Reggie came down to my practice room and I got a whole page of instrumental beginning of a song in the opera done with his help. So fun. And then home, and then Nabil brought some blades over and ended up hanging out for about an hour, learning chainmail and climbing trees. I'm going to make some swords someday; I have two slightly bent fencing blades (a foil and a sabre), and a katana whose tang is broken, which I'm to re-hilt, shorter, and give back to Nabil. And then off to rehearsal. Ooh. Kaddish. With orchestra.
It's like a passionately Romantic expression of the Jewish traditional argument with God. Except it's a really cool, expressive kind of contemporary atonal Romanticism. So much rhythm, ooh. I love it so much.
The outing afterwards (though Tonyless, because his mother was there early, astutely predicting our 9:30 dismissal tonigh) was quite fun and yet really pleasantly mellow. Much fewer people came than usually do, and everybody but Gina (who is Mr Dixon's wife, actually) and Salad left fairly early. We spent nearly an hour just the four of us, talking about childhood accidents, injuries throughout life, politics, religion, and the Kaddish. Nice, fun conversation, when it's not five people away down the table and inaudible. Salad's having a barbecue on April 4th. Yay.
