Composition and Woe
Alas, friends, my little brother has a baseball game and my mother and I share one car. That means that I will not be able to drive down to German Village for my visit to the Book Loft until it is closed.
[Insert a "Woe is me!" paragraph here.]
I still have a few days to find a suitable gift for Jeff, though. I also need to think of times in which he and I can work on our song as it is too close to completion to put off. The dates will be his decision, though, as he is the one doing all the work! I wrote the lyrics and the tune; he listened to my singing for hours, transcribed my tune into musical notes, added complementary chords, and tried very hard to discourage my qualms caused by the fear that I was a total musical idiot.
I am. I appreciate it quite a bit, true, but I know embarrassingly little of the logistics for the founder of my school's classical music club.
I have no idea why he tolerates me. I posted my first song lyrics on Facebook and he replied to say that he would like to make the song a reality. There was some talk of a long-term collaboration. Then, Jeff invited me over to his house to drink tea and sit on a piano stool. What sophisticated people we are! :)
I was exhausted just looking at him.
Hum-dee-dum... what else is there to talk about? I suppose I could talk about how oddly depressed I have been lately. But, who wants to hear such insufferable twaddle? I go through these periods every two weeks or so and would like to ignore their existence if at all possible. But, I ought to warn you that, should I begin to sound odd, psychotic, or depressed, I am either going through one of these phrases or am suffering from my monthly plague.
*The male readers cringe in fright!*
That is all for now. Toodles!
[Insert a "Woe is me!" paragraph here.]
I still have a few days to find a suitable gift for Jeff, though. I also need to think of times in which he and I can work on our song as it is too close to completion to put off. The dates will be his decision, though, as he is the one doing all the work! I wrote the lyrics and the tune; he listened to my singing for hours, transcribed my tune into musical notes, added complementary chords, and tried very hard to discourage my qualms caused by the fear that I was a total musical idiot.
I am. I appreciate it quite a bit, true, but I know embarrassingly little of the logistics for the founder of my school's classical music club.
I have no idea why he tolerates me. I posted my first song lyrics on Facebook and he replied to say that he would like to make the song a reality. There was some talk of a long-term collaboration. Then, Jeff invited me over to his house to drink tea and sit on a piano stool. What sophisticated people we are! :)
I was exhausted just looking at him.
Hum-dee-dum... what else is there to talk about? I suppose I could talk about how oddly depressed I have been lately. But, who wants to hear such insufferable twaddle? I go through these periods every two weeks or so and would like to ignore their existence if at all possible. But, I ought to warn you that, should I begin to sound odd, psychotic, or depressed, I am either going through one of these phrases or am suffering from my monthly plague.
*The male readers cringe in fright!*
That is all for now. Toodles!