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Yesterday was made miles better by lunch and following. The miasma of the last night's other people's discontent stuck with me in the morning, so I was happy to get a sandwich with Dan and pick one up for Joodles if he'd take it, since I hadn't seen him in what seemed like forever (his parents came to see him over the weekend, so he was sequestered). Dan dropped me in time for class and Joodles still hadn't answered about the sandwich, but texted during class to let me know he was at Lovett, so once class was out I spent a first ever half-hour in his room, showing him Jacob's Xenharmonicity, pushing fried plantains on him and listening to ideas for new songs. It picked me right up, let me tell you, the spastic Lovett shadows and enthusiastic midday sunlight filtering through his windows. He even asked sheepishly, as he insisted on a hug goodbye, if he could drop by Hair rehearsal tonight. Of course. That reminded me of the drama, but it really isn't my fault and there is so little I can do, so I may as well have a psychological backup available in case it goes badly.
It didn't! And he did show up, which made everyone's night who knows him. That was a lot of people, since there's so much overlap between the JCS and Hair casts. My mom called to pick me up for HSC right in the middle of the last runthrough of the last song, and there was no time to deal with the drama that had just arrived from an Orgo test. Joodles walked out with me, and yes, psychological backup in the form of contagious enthusiasm is perfect for combating discontented and traumatized miasma. HSC even went fairly well, though of course we're still taking the Mahler at invisible, incomprehensible and divisionless tempi, which does not help the learning process for those who cannot sight-read.
Today, however, I've had no buffer, and I fell asleep over lunch break. I was late to rehearse with Ben, who would never say anything but we had only twenty minutes. At least the Schoenberg memorization process is at a point where it'd be okay if I had a memory trainwreck and blanked; knock on wood, but I think I could scat enough Germanese to get back on track. There is still a long way to go before I'm actually secure with all the details of all the verses, but I could squeeze a performance out of it and not be unhappy even if I forgot things.
Chorale next! And then perhaps another nap before Hair, for both physiological and psychological reasons.
It didn't! And he did show up, which made everyone's night who knows him. That was a lot of people, since there's so much overlap between the JCS and Hair casts. My mom called to pick me up for HSC right in the middle of the last runthrough of the last song, and there was no time to deal with the drama that had just arrived from an Orgo test. Joodles walked out with me, and yes, psychological backup in the form of contagious enthusiasm is perfect for combating discontented and traumatized miasma. HSC even went fairly well, though of course we're still taking the Mahler at invisible, incomprehensible and divisionless tempi, which does not help the learning process for those who cannot sight-read.
Today, however, I've had no buffer, and I fell asleep over lunch break. I was late to rehearse with Ben, who would never say anything but we had only twenty minutes. At least the Schoenberg memorization process is at a point where it'd be okay if I had a memory trainwreck and blanked; knock on wood, but I think I could scat enough Germanese to get back on track. There is still a long way to go before I'm actually secure with all the details of all the verses, but I could squeeze a performance out of it and not be unhappy even if I forgot things.
Chorale next! And then perhaps another nap before Hair, for both physiological and psychological reasons.