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I won't find out about USingers until tomorrow, but the call back was pretty intimidating. We sang through a piece once and then we had to get up and sing it with some of the USingers - so like me and six people who already knew the piece. In front of all of the other auditionees. And I'm not very good at sight reading. And I made a lot of mistakes. And I probably didn't get in, but then, for me, I think I did....OK, not well. We'll see. In any case I am very excited that I was called back. That in itself is more than I expected and is wonderful.
I went to dinner with Rachel tonight. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to even have a fluid conversation with her, but what came out of it was....I mean...really! I was telling her things that I don't tell many people, I was confiding in her that I think she is a kindred spirit, and about my plans to write my memoir, and about the rituals I have about when I move into new places, and about what I am thinking/feeling when I pray, and thoughts on identity and spirituality and what it means to be a plurality of selves, and how I attach my selves to ages, and I mean really personal stuff. And she was reciprocating by telling me all sorts of personal details to the point where I know more about her than I ever imagined I would know about anyone that far apart from me in age, and we have a lot of the same beliefs, we just couch them in different terms, which is so interesting. And then it was so affirming because she brought her copy of my Israel journal to dinner and was quoting it back to me and using it as a basis for our conversation, and her copy was worn and highlited and had coffee spills on it and was so...used and read!! It was unbelievable! I feel so validated and understood!
OK, now I have to go write a paper on the n-word, which definately will not be very fun. But perhaps very important.
I'll let you know about USingers as soon as I do.
In the meantime, sign up for Blue Notes auditions (yes, I am talking to you.) in the basement of Old Cabell Hall.
I went to dinner with Rachel tonight. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to even have a fluid conversation with her, but what came out of it was....I mean...really! I was telling her things that I don't tell many people, I was confiding in her that I think she is a kindred spirit, and about my plans to write my memoir, and about the rituals I have about when I move into new places, and about what I am thinking/feeling when I pray, and thoughts on identity and spirituality and what it means to be a plurality of selves, and how I attach my selves to ages, and I mean really personal stuff. And she was reciprocating by telling me all sorts of personal details to the point where I know more about her than I ever imagined I would know about anyone that far apart from me in age, and we have a lot of the same beliefs, we just couch them in different terms, which is so interesting. And then it was so affirming because she brought her copy of my Israel journal to dinner and was quoting it back to me and using it as a basis for our conversation, and her copy was worn and highlited and had coffee spills on it and was so...used and read!! It was unbelievable! I feel so validated and understood!
OK, now I have to go write a paper on the n-word, which definately will not be very fun. But perhaps very important.
I'll let you know about USingers as soon as I do.
In the meantime, sign up for Blue Notes auditions (yes, I am talking to you.) in the basement of Old Cabell Hall.