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Eric is such a spaz. A competent spaz, but a spaz nonetheless. I don't think I'll ever be able to banish from my mind the image of him before he left for Florida in The Rake's Progress... he played the auctioneer. With a lisp. And a pink wig, and pink tights, and a light-green-and-pink tailcoat. Not a good image to have of the master's student conductor of your small ensemble. Authority figure? Haha.
Second voice lesson ever with Dr. Farwell, today. My accompanist has not answered her phone since she gave the number to me, and she didn't show up at this lesson. I think she's going to get a chewing-out. I like this song, though. Very cool Elgar victorian declaration of ... something. I'm not positive what, yet.
Slight stress carryover. I have actual work to do, which is a change. And all the little administrative trivia. I used my second-to-last dollar from the wad to copy the Elgar (and then also two of #6, one for each of us), and gave the last dollar to Ben so he could go see the Mendelssohn Italian symphony tonight at Jones Hall.
This trio is so killing me. Except I already died of it. It's killing my afterlife.
Second voice lesson ever with Dr. Farwell, today. My accompanist has not answered her phone since she gave the number to me, and she didn't show up at this lesson. I think she's going to get a chewing-out. I like this song, though. Very cool Elgar victorian declaration of ... something. I'm not positive what, yet.
Slight stress carryover. I have actual work to do, which is a change. And all the little administrative trivia. I used my second-to-last dollar from the wad to copy the Elgar (and then also two of #6, one for each of us), and gave the last dollar to Ben so he could go see the Mendelssohn Italian symphony tonight at Jones Hall.
This trio is so killing me. Except I already died of it. It's killing my afterlife.
