Thursday, August 03, 2006

The Fever Broke

In a stunning repudiation of evolution, the FSM has seen fit to attend to our needs here in Boston and provide us with weather fit for humans. Pass the marinara!

I'm just exhausted. I've been puttering along since 7am and I got home tonight at 11pm. That's...more than a few hours in a row. How many of them did I use for just sitting on my bum and vegging out? 1 hour...Of course, that hour was used to eat and watch Steven Colbert clips, so it was well spent.

I didn't even get to see the Golberg Variations played on marimba, as I had planned this evening. I'm pretty sure I missed out on an excellent performance. Instead, I made a great big score...kind of...And by score, I mean score. (See, I'm so tired I can't seem to provide a highly inappropriate joke here. Think of your own.)

This whole double-lip thing on the clarinet has been overdone this time. I pinched something on my top lip last night, only to suffer through practicing with it for 4 hours tonight. I have a feeling that it won't be happy tomorrow.

A flute player put pigtails in my hair when I turned my back on her yesterday. I'm not sure if that's a misdemeanor or not, but it may be a hate crime. That's what the lawyers are going to claim, anyway. One young lady was impressed by them, but I'm pretty sure she was being sarcastic.

I'm mulling over a LONG post about Conservatory students with rose-colored glasses, but I'm too tired to even mull now. My main fear is that it would just pour out for the next 3 weeks, eventually reaching book length. Of course, no one would be interested in a book of me bitching about the horribly unrealistic "education" so many music students are receiving around the country.

Alright, HjB, I see that you read occasionally. Make sure you keep studying. Your job is to ace those Doctoral's so we can celebrate later. My job is crap...Too many jobs. I'll pick one and go with that:



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