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My favourite (and pretty well everybody else's) music professor, Dr. E, gave me a compliment of sorts after Choral Society tonight. He's a very demanding, perfectionistic director (but in a good way!), so this is highly unusual. ( The whole damn story )

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I might actually be able to gain some small amount of control over my upper range as a result of working on this piece. Bonus. I generally wish I had more control over my voice, especially since these days I'm doing a lot more singing than flute playing. It took me about four months last year to develop a passable, quiet, non-classical and vibrato-less sound for vocal jazz ensemble, but I still can't belt, control the effects of nerves, sing with a decent sound appropriate to folk/rock/pop music, or produce a consistent enough tone quality to even consider auditioning for solos or roles in amateur musicals.

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Oh, yes. It's painfully cold here. About 20 degrees below zero (Celsius), 35 or lower with windchill. My face was so numb while walking home (encased in heavy winter clothing) that I didn't realize both my eyes were watering copiously until I felt the tears dripping off my nose. I don't think I've ever walked home faster than today, I was so worried I'd get frostbite.