My pianist is so cool. I mean, he's not "cool," he's a geek, but he's such a cool geek. It's like having a vocal coach before I'm a junior and I can get Tom (for which circumstance I am waiting with greatest anticipation). Sean is a second-year grad student, and he's been working with singers all six years of his school life, so he's awfully good at giving suggestions and helping with interpretation. I mean, he showed me some things in Alaiah which I never would have thought of, and yet they're completely related to the whole minstrelesque storytelling Warwickish feel I try to get across in that poem. That, and we can waste a half-hour practice session exclaiming over Rachmaninoff's evil genius and huge hands or the amazingness of chord progressions (in specific or in general).
And despite his obvious skill and worth, I don't usually feel dumb making mistakes in front of him, cause he's just this guy, you know? I can even crack terribly or have an extremely dull performance and it won't feel any worse than it does when it's just me (which doesn't mean it doesn't feel bad, but he's cool and sympathetic and makes helpful suggestions).
Yeah.
I have Egyptian Licorice Mint Tea. My day has been fine. I even got slightly further on c#.
And despite his obvious skill and worth, I don't usually feel dumb making mistakes in front of him, cause he's just this guy, you know? I can even crack terribly or have an extremely dull performance and it won't feel any worse than it does when it's just me (which doesn't mean it doesn't feel bad, but he's cool and sympathetic and makes helpful suggestions).
Yeah.
I have Egyptian Licorice Mint Tea. My day has been fine. I even got slightly further on c#.