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Another tasty day of sublingual glee. Even if I stayed in Aural Skills, even if I have three tests, a concert and the normal amount of practicing to do this week. My meeting with my historical Ling teacher and a fellow classmate (to explain a $75 transcription/typing job) ended in their appreciation of my constant lack of shoes. The hour before Vocal Rep was filled with Stephan translating and transliterating my Argentine songs so I can sing them for Tom on Wednesday (a triumph!). Chorale was full of glorious Irving Fine.
Post-Chorale Black Books and salmon brought me and Stephan to Swift House nearly high on the ridiculous serendipity of life. Bryan was quite taken aback. We calmed down enough to go outside with him as he had a smoke, and he affirmed my ability to put ideas into words in the face of Stephan's mockery. We parted, leaving him in what seemed like a slightly better mood, and Stephan took off to rehearsal while I attended the grad recital, the only detracting element of which was the insane coughing, candy-unwrapping, prematurely-applauding idiot sitting a row behind us and to the left. It was a lovely concert, and Aaron still melts my soul. I'm glad they saved him till last, because I'd certainly be terrified to follow him.
And then an hour of plunking my part out on the 17-tone pianos for myself in Hirsch before the actual rehearsal. It's both uniquely exciting and nostalgic of all the PVA composition concerts. The continual feeling of being extracurricularly unprepared and stressing about it because it's your own project and you actually care about doing this right, properly, and well. It was an hour-and-a-half rehearsal almost exclusively for me; we spent an awful lot of very useful time on Cirrus and Peleus, and I am sorry for monopolizing them when they have other things to rehearse, but it made a big difference, and I feel like I might be able to make a good show of it tomorrow night (knock on wood).
I love composers. Good ones, anyway. Jacob and Dan are particularly cool to work with, even if the pieces aren't theirs. Same kind of laid-back but conscientious rehearsals we had in years past. I do miss PVA. I've got to write something.
And now there's an ep of Studio 60 on mama's tape for Stephan and Bryan tomorrow, and life is indescribably superlative. It's mostly in the bass line and the chord progressions of this song, but here's the words in case they get anything across. More people should feel this way regarding the universe.
Watch me when you call my name:
See me sparkle, see me flame.
Sing the song and play the game
Oh, I'm so glad you came!
Watch me when you look my way:
See me smiling, be my night and day
Touch me in your own sweet way:
Feel me tremble; you take my words away
Post-Chorale Black Books and salmon brought me and Stephan to Swift House nearly high on the ridiculous serendipity of life. Bryan was quite taken aback. We calmed down enough to go outside with him as he had a smoke, and he affirmed my ability to put ideas into words in the face of Stephan's mockery. We parted, leaving him in what seemed like a slightly better mood, and Stephan took off to rehearsal while I attended the grad recital, the only detracting element of which was the insane coughing, candy-unwrapping, prematurely-applauding idiot sitting a row behind us and to the left. It was a lovely concert, and Aaron still melts my soul. I'm glad they saved him till last, because I'd certainly be terrified to follow him.
And then an hour of plunking my part out on the 17-tone pianos for myself in Hirsch before the actual rehearsal. It's both uniquely exciting and nostalgic of all the PVA composition concerts. The continual feeling of being extracurricularly unprepared and stressing about it because it's your own project and you actually care about doing this right, properly, and well. It was an hour-and-a-half rehearsal almost exclusively for me; we spent an awful lot of very useful time on Cirrus and Peleus, and I am sorry for monopolizing them when they have other things to rehearse, but it made a big difference, and I feel like I might be able to make a good show of it tomorrow night (knock on wood).
I love composers. Good ones, anyway. Jacob and Dan are particularly cool to work with, even if the pieces aren't theirs. Same kind of laid-back but conscientious rehearsals we had in years past. I do miss PVA. I've got to write something.
And now there's an ep of Studio 60 on mama's tape for Stephan and Bryan tomorrow, and life is indescribably superlative. It's mostly in the bass line and the chord progressions of this song, but here's the words in case they get anything across. More people should feel this way regarding the universe.
Watch me when you call my name:
See me sparkle, see me flame.
Sing the song and play the game
Oh, I'm so glad you came!
Watch me when you look my way:
See me smiling, be my night and day
Touch me in your own sweet way:
Feel me tremble; you take my words away