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Working out the Ling homework with Kim really relieves a lot of the stressful anticipation for the classes, even half a week before they're due. So in between Ling classes this morning (they're 9 and 11, with an hour in between for not-going-to-Aural-Skills), I acquired the rest of the recordings of my proposed junior recital rep, everything but one blasted Handel aria I don't really want anyway. Someone seems to have checked out everything in the library relating to Handel. I bet it's Dan.
Not only did I do that, I burnt Stephan three cds of Bobs (one of hits and two of covers plus the originals, so we're having a little didactic moment here) and one of 8 seasons. And then we rocked out to Helmet and My Shoes, because those songs are both for the win. I love them. As much as I love the Banana Song, and in the same way. They are sibling songs in silliness and skill.
So Stephan came over, rocked out to Bobs, and watched last night's House, which he seems to think is top-caliber writing for the show; I thought they were stretching for the cleverness and irony, but it is definitely one of the more affecting episodes. Plus, Yo Mama.
We're doing Irving Fine in Chorale. I can die now. So much of the gorgeous, and I'm learning alto (I sopped at Smith when we did it in Kristina's group. I'd link to the recording, but I seem to have removed it). I've also worked out the coaching situation, so that's one more stressful article dealt with.
Second orchestra rehearsal of Adams/B9, basically dress rehearsal with no stops, went much better. Although I didn't bring a book for sitting through the first three movements of the Beethoven, so the dragon I drew got very very intricate scales. It was easier to reach and sustain the interminable A's than usual, but that may be contributed to the factor of increasing stamina following ridiculous and prolonged strain. Or I may have stopped trying so hard and just let it do it, like I usually can.
Doesn't bode well for work that I'm already exhausted, but we'll see how things go.
Not only did I do that, I burnt Stephan three cds of Bobs (one of hits and two of covers plus the originals, so we're having a little didactic moment here) and one of 8 seasons. And then we rocked out to Helmet and My Shoes, because those songs are both for the win. I love them. As much as I love the Banana Song, and in the same way. They are sibling songs in silliness and skill.
So Stephan came over, rocked out to Bobs, and watched last night's House, which he seems to think is top-caliber writing for the show; I thought they were stretching for the cleverness and irony, but it is definitely one of the more affecting episodes. Plus, Yo Mama.
We're doing Irving Fine in Chorale. I can die now. So much of the gorgeous, and I'm learning alto (I sopped at Smith when we did it in Kristina's group. I'd link to the recording, but I seem to have removed it). I've also worked out the coaching situation, so that's one more stressful article dealt with.
Second orchestra rehearsal of Adams/B9, basically dress rehearsal with no stops, went much better. Although I didn't bring a book for sitting through the first three movements of the Beethoven, so the dragon I drew got very very intricate scales. It was easier to reach and sustain the interminable A's than usual, but that may be contributed to the factor of increasing stamina following ridiculous and prolonged strain. Or I may have stopped trying so hard and just let it do it, like I usually can.
Doesn't bode well for work that I'm already exhausted, but we'll see how things go.