Post #2 About Tonight
As I walked into the music building for class tonight I saw a familiar face. The gorgeous autumn locks of a young, biracial woman whom I was privileged to observe for the run of The Wiz showed up for the same evening choir class as me. I was overjoyed to see her. Do you ever experience that (two week) time frame every once in a while when you can’t tell your dreams from reality? Well, I was just thinking about her the other day, rather, dreaming, or something, wondering how she is doing and where she is now. It’s been a while.
I looked up to her. I was often in awe at her performance every night as it was beyond spectaaaaaacular. That voice. Unf. Lesbians, man. I asked her how she had been for the past year. She told me she moved into her own small apartment, did a few shows here and there throughout the course of the summer and fall seasons, and, much to my surprise, she blatantly reported that she had recently declared her feelings to the love of her life. I was like, whoa. She proceeded to ask me if I had declared my feelings to the love of my life and I fell out of my chair of silent confidence through awkward stutters of, “Eh, they wouldn’t pay mind to it if I did tell them how I feel. I’m young. I’m not really focusing on that…”
Wait, who the heck ever asks me in such an honest, abrupt way how things are REALLY going like that? Should I have taken that opportunity to vomit all of my feelings? I mean, I know when I am eager to listen to somebody and I know when I am not. So, when I ask how someone is, or when I ask about their love life, I have learned to be SURE that I am willing to hear every tiny detail of what’s going on in that person’s life. People tend to let loose and not hold back when they realize someone has their full attention focused on them. I’m not like that, but I guess everyone else is.
Overall, I suppose you could say tonight was a great night. She is a great lady and I admire her so. I am anticipating a great choral experience with her and everyone else. I can’t sleep. Yes, I can. I just took three mini naps today, which I never do, and haven’t been able to get off the computer just yet. Sleep well, Tumblr.
The Nerve Of Some
Have you ever met a group of scientists that don’t know what E=mc^2 means? No.
Have you ever met a group of mathematicians that don’t know the value of pi? No.
Have you ever met a group of professional construction workers that don’t know how to use a power tool? No.
Have you ever met a group of “musicians” that don’t know how to read music? YUP.
MY QUESTION: WHY IS IT THAT SOME “ARTISTS” THINK THEY CAN GET AWAY WITH CLAIMING TO BE MUSICIANS WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING HOW TO READ MUSIC?!?!?!
A class with a prerequisite of knowing how to read graphic notation for sheet music, having past choral ensemble experience, you would ASSUME would attract people who know how to read music with choral experience, correct? This is not the case at Sacramento City College. I told the prof there is no way that I am going to be needlessly frustrated for an entire semester. Today, it took 2 hours to get the class of around 30 people to sing 4 MEASURES of music. SERIOUSLY. F.O.U.R. MEASURES. NO JOKE. THE EASIEST CHORAL PIECE EVER. That’s what I get for signing up for classes that require group efforts and teamwork. I always end up leading, and I’m done being the leader for every dang harmony and section and group that I am a part of. Don’t you read and make sure you understand the requirements of the class you’re enrolling in?!?! I DO! I literally dropped it because of other people!