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Yes, I know, it's really ****ing late...uh, early. I'm in the music building, taking a break (i.e. dawdling). I've been trying to get back into a regular music practice routing. I started by promising myself that I would practice in some form, even if my jaw hurts too much to play flute; oboe, choir or vocal jazz music at least. So far, I've always ended up practicing last thing in the evening before going home from the conservatory. Better than nothing, and so far I've managed remarkably well to get up in the morning for class, but my reserve of extra sleep from the break will run out soon.
Not-so-random thought (in fact, I think about it all the time): I'm going to miss so many of the fourth year students when they graduate in a month's time. Especially the music students. Desparately. I have in fact made more friends among the third and fourth years than in my own year, and I can't fathom living without them.
Have I mentioned The Sound of Pirates yet? It's a parody of The Sound of Music. Since it is a parody, and a "revue" rather than a full-blown "musical" I actually managed to work up the courage (or at least a sufficient amount of temporary arrogance) to audition. My audition went quite well and I got a minor part. Well, most of the parts are minor. Anyway, I've got a few lines, and more importantly (for this anecdote at least) a few solo singing lines. So, on to the anecdote:
Rehearsals have been by scene; my first rehearsal was today, the second day of rehearsals. A third year student who was been, if not yet my friend, at least my colleague in vocal jazz and a good acquaintance was suddenly my music director and vocal coach. I watched him coach another student, one who has already performed a solo in vocal jazz and a minor name role in Annie Get Your Gun; this student was having some vocal difficulties, and appeared intimidated. Though I wasn't aware of it, I must have gotten nervous, because when it was my turn I could barely hold a note on pitch. It was a surprise, very embarrassing, and I felt I had no control over my voice. I'm taking a medication which sometimes causes muscle tension, and I wonder if this was yet another manifestation.
Blech. I guess I'll have to deal with it, along with getting over my fear of physical acting. An anecdote hardly worth waiting for, eh? I've always wanted to try the cast side of musical theatre, and I figure hey, it's a place to start and see if I can handle the experience.
Not-so-random thought (in fact, I think about it all the time): I'm going to miss so many of the fourth year students when they graduate in a month's time. Especially the music students. Desparately. I have in fact made more friends among the third and fourth years than in my own year, and I can't fathom living without them.
Have I mentioned The Sound of Pirates yet? It's a parody of The Sound of Music. Since it is a parody, and a "revue" rather than a full-blown "musical" I actually managed to work up the courage (or at least a sufficient amount of temporary arrogance) to audition. My audition went quite well and I got a minor part. Well, most of the parts are minor. Anyway, I've got a few lines, and more importantly (for this anecdote at least) a few solo singing lines. So, on to the anecdote:
Rehearsals have been by scene; my first rehearsal was today, the second day of rehearsals. A third year student who was been, if not yet my friend, at least my colleague in vocal jazz and a good acquaintance was suddenly my music director and vocal coach. I watched him coach another student, one who has already performed a solo in vocal jazz and a minor name role in Annie Get Your Gun; this student was having some vocal difficulties, and appeared intimidated. Though I wasn't aware of it, I must have gotten nervous, because when it was my turn I could barely hold a note on pitch. It was a surprise, very embarrassing, and I felt I had no control over my voice. I'm taking a medication which sometimes causes muscle tension, and I wonder if this was yet another manifestation.
Blech. I guess I'll have to deal with it, along with getting over my fear of physical acting. An anecdote hardly worth waiting for, eh? I've always wanted to try the cast side of musical theatre, and I figure hey, it's a place to start and see if I can handle the experience.