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The Prince Myshkins / Nonsense Company were just here. That was wonderful, although rushed. I really surprised myself at my inability to publicize, or maybe the Rice community surprised me with its ability to be extremely busy. Which I should have expected. I certainly did expect more composer participation - 4 out of 16 or so is pitiful when I've been announcing it in seminar for the past three months - but I forgot to tell the faculty (3 of whom came and seemed thoroughly tickled) and other folks like the theater department (Rice has a theater department wha?) and other such folk. It was on a Monday, and that was really sneaky, I guess. And they missed seeing the Menil Collection because it's closed Mondays and Tuesdays - who knew?
But really, I feel bad and responsible for not remembering about the thickness of the Rice community - it is hard to get through because of the sheer number of simultaneous events - Elliot points out the very low follower:leader ratio as a cause. I'm moderately worried about getting the right people to my recital, but dangit I am only half of the problem. When fault is between two entities, do you blame both or neither? Or are you finally finished with blame altogether?
I think that Shepherd School performance students would have really appreciated the extreme ensemble virtuosity that the Nonsense Company displayed - the Great Hymn of Thanksgiving, I decided, is going to be grossly life-changing for some people; I know people who have already been changed by it. Aside from that, the avant-gardeness was noted by several as extremely refreshing for the excessively-sheltered Rice.
Now, back to my pretending that I'm stressing myself out enough to compose these last little bits for my recital - tonight: 17-tone song, 31-tone round, progress on electronic modulating-MomentOfSymmetry setup. I put undeserving faith in staying up because it's the only undevoured time by this time.
Not stuck exactly. Unmotivated, yes. Latent? Self-loathe creeping in.
Just when I need and want to be as CONvergent as possible with ideas, i.e. I have to finish two pieces overnight, my mind wants to get DIVergent as possible and make me fantasize about string playgrounds and protractor input devices and low-friction instruments and
But really, I feel bad and responsible for not remembering about the thickness of the Rice community - it is hard to get through because of the sheer number of simultaneous events - Elliot points out the very low follower:leader ratio as a cause. I'm moderately worried about getting the right people to my recital, but dangit I am only half of the problem. When fault is between two entities, do you blame both or neither? Or are you finally finished with blame altogether?
I think that Shepherd School performance students would have really appreciated the extreme ensemble virtuosity that the Nonsense Company displayed - the Great Hymn of Thanksgiving, I decided, is going to be grossly life-changing for some people; I know people who have already been changed by it. Aside from that, the avant-gardeness was noted by several as extremely refreshing for the excessively-sheltered Rice.
Now, back to my pretending that I'm stressing myself out enough to compose these last little bits for my recital - tonight: 17-tone song, 31-tone round, progress on electronic modulating-MomentOfSymmetry setup. I put undeserving faith in staying up because it's the only undevoured time by this time.
Not stuck exactly. Unmotivated, yes. Latent? Self-loathe creeping in.
Just when I need and want to be as CONvergent as possible with ideas, i.e. I have to finish two pieces overnight, my mind wants to get DIVergent as possible and make me fantasize about string playgrounds and protractor input devices and low-friction instruments and