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So... There are a few things on my mind. I friend of mine from elementary school just died of leukemia. That's not ok for an 18 year-old to die of fucking leukemia! WTF!? I hadn't talked to her in a few years, but she had started early at the university of washington and had just applied early to enter into her Junior year as a graphic design major which, apparently, is a really competetive department. I don't really have anything to say about it... just that it happened and it sucks. a lot.
As far as bassoon, I've had my ensemble placement auditions already and have yet to have my jury and my scale exam with Sakakeeny. The placement audition went alright, nothing terrible except the rite of spring, but i wasn't about to get to play that here anyway. Don't worry, it'll be good by Marrowstone. I promise. :)
I'm playing contra during the concert cycle on Brahms' "Ein Deutsches Requiem." The part is far from glamorous, but it's fun. One HUGE downfall is that playing the contrabassoon is bad for me. Or at least that's what I've decided. Ever since I started playing it I've had really tight shoulders and back, which results in, among other things, arm pain and soreness. It's nothing serious like tendonitis, but it's proving slightly difficult to deal with. And don't worry, folks, the concert is this sunday, so after that I can stick with the bassoon and not deal with contra until later.
I've been making it to the gym to lift weights on a regular basis. A regular basis usually means 2 times a week, which is slightly lame, but it's better than nothing. Occassionally I get in to lift four times a week. I definitely don't engage in aerobic exercise... it's just not my thing. Maybe I'll get into biking or something this summer. Anyway, the weight-lifting is helping my self-esteem out a good deal, which is always a plus. Enough so that I think I might try and get a gym membership this summer. My only fear is becoming what I've heard are known as "gym bunnies" aka gay guys that spend all of their time at the gym. If ever I seem/look like a gym bunny, please please please tell me so I can back off a little. Though realistically I don't see this in my future, it's a mild concern of mine.
Anyway, sorry that this post was somewhat discombobulated. It's simply indicative of my current mental state. :)
As far as bassoon, I've had my ensemble placement auditions already and have yet to have my jury and my scale exam with Sakakeeny. The placement audition went alright, nothing terrible except the rite of spring, but i wasn't about to get to play that here anyway. Don't worry, it'll be good by Marrowstone. I promise. :)
I'm playing contra during the concert cycle on Brahms' "Ein Deutsches Requiem." The part is far from glamorous, but it's fun. One HUGE downfall is that playing the contrabassoon is bad for me. Or at least that's what I've decided. Ever since I started playing it I've had really tight shoulders and back, which results in, among other things, arm pain and soreness. It's nothing serious like tendonitis, but it's proving slightly difficult to deal with. And don't worry, folks, the concert is this sunday, so after that I can stick with the bassoon and not deal with contra until later.
I've been making it to the gym to lift weights on a regular basis. A regular basis usually means 2 times a week, which is slightly lame, but it's better than nothing. Occassionally I get in to lift four times a week. I definitely don't engage in aerobic exercise... it's just not my thing. Maybe I'll get into biking or something this summer. Anyway, the weight-lifting is helping my self-esteem out a good deal, which is always a plus. Enough so that I think I might try and get a gym membership this summer. My only fear is becoming what I've heard are known as "gym bunnies" aka gay guys that spend all of their time at the gym. If ever I seem/look like a gym bunny, please please please tell me so I can back off a little. Though realistically I don't see this in my future, it's a mild concern of mine.
Anyway, sorry that this post was somewhat discombobulated. It's simply indicative of my current mental state. :)