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It's a good thing it's Friday and nobody really expects much work to get done. I'm sleepy, but it's a good kind of sleepy. Then kind that comes from deliberately giving up an hour or two of sleep in favor of getting to know new friends.
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mahdi, elisandra, and I met devafall and tiggrrl for coffee like drinks and conversation. I had a really great time. They're really fun, neat people, and I find myself needing to scold the mahdi for having lost touch with devafall in the first place, thus delaying my meeting them for so long.
Later we went back to their apartment and listened to music while the conversation continued. I suddenly found myself really excited about school starting and actually taking music classes. I'm nervous about the voice class because of the solo performance requirements of it, but I'm okay with it. I survived my first solo before I had to drop it last year, and while I get a little shaky up there, I don't have bad stage fright. I actually enjoy performing. (This could lead into a whole tangent about my RHPS days, but maybe later.) And Elli insists that I don't suck, and I'm going to assume that it's the music teacher in her saying that and being honest and not just being nice because she's my friend.
It's the piano class that I'm actually more nervous about. I spent most my childhood with a piano around. My mom started teaching me when I was barely old enough to read. (Technically before that even, since I was reading before I was old enough to read.) But I never kept it up. I don't know if I never got very good at it because of a lack of innate skill, or because I just didn't care, or because Mom wasn't the best teacher for me. I'm hoping it was one of the latter two options. I want to be able to play. And yes, a lot of this is because of my mom. One of the few purely positive memories of my mother is of her playing the piano in the evenings. I'm kind of clinging to that a bit.
Chryste and I were talking about how mom really wasn't a talented musician. She was a very skilled musician. You could set a piece of music in front of her, and she could play the notes on the page. She was very effective. However, all she played was the notes on the page. The meaning, the emotion of the song never really came through. I have little hope that I will have any talent for the piano, but I'll be satisfied if I can at least develop the skill. But, maybe just having a different teacher will make a difference.
Okay, I'm getting wordy, and there is, sadly, work to be done. On the plus side, I dug out my headphones with the 8' cord, plugged them into my work computer and got my Launchcast station up and running again, so my music at work is now much more varied than the 80 or so CD's I carry. Happy now.
Last night,
mahdi, elisandra, and I met devafall and tiggrrl for coffee like drinks and conversation. I had a really great time. They're really fun, neat people, and I find myself needing to scold the mahdi for having lost touch with devafall in the first place, thus delaying my meeting them for so long. Later we went back to their apartment and listened to music while the conversation continued. I suddenly found myself really excited about school starting and actually taking music classes. I'm nervous about the voice class because of the solo performance requirements of it, but I'm okay with it. I survived my first solo before I had to drop it last year, and while I get a little shaky up there, I don't have bad stage fright. I actually enjoy performing. (This could lead into a whole tangent about my RHPS days, but maybe later.) And Elli insists that I don't suck, and I'm going to assume that it's the music teacher in her saying that and being honest and not just being nice because she's my friend.
It's the piano class that I'm actually more nervous about. I spent most my childhood with a piano around. My mom started teaching me when I was barely old enough to read. (Technically before that even, since I was reading before I was old enough to read.) But I never kept it up. I don't know if I never got very good at it because of a lack of innate skill, or because I just didn't care, or because Mom wasn't the best teacher for me. I'm hoping it was one of the latter two options. I want to be able to play. And yes, a lot of this is because of my mom. One of the few purely positive memories of my mother is of her playing the piano in the evenings. I'm kind of clinging to that a bit.
Chryste and I were talking about how mom really wasn't a talented musician. She was a very skilled musician. You could set a piece of music in front of her, and she could play the notes on the page. She was very effective. However, all she played was the notes on the page. The meaning, the emotion of the song never really came through. I have little hope that I will have any talent for the piano, but I'll be satisfied if I can at least develop the skill. But, maybe just having a different teacher will make a difference.
Okay, I'm getting wordy, and there is, sadly, work to be done. On the plus side, I dug out my headphones with the 8' cord, plugged them into my work computer and got my Launchcast station up and running again, so my music at work is now much more varied than the 80 or so CD's I carry. Happy now.
