My nutty professor
(after a session of shrieks that -I shit you not- made the mirrored walls of the classroom shiver rather dangerously)
me: how high did I go this time?
Prof: (unimpressed) this high (hits key)
M: What's that?
P: (speaks incoherent lingo)
M: Wha?
P: See this last octave on the keyboard?
M: yes...
P: see this D flat? (hits note again)
M: Yes... that's like, my limit, right?
P: I've vocalised you up to an E flat before.
M: ...
P: And I'm sure your limit is somewhere around... here (hits F)
M: ...
P: ... do you want me to train you for solo work? I'm sure in about 3 months we could (blahbbidy blah, it all becomes a blur).
M: sure... I mean, I can do the work, and if you say I can get to a certain point, I'll trust you to know better than me...
This coming from my chord director, so I guess I can't use the "egging me on, telling me what I want to hear" card anymore. I'll be vocalising with her three times a week. We'll see what comes of it...
me: how high did I go this time?
Prof: (unimpressed) this high (hits key)
M: What's that?
P: (speaks incoherent lingo)
M: Wha?
P: See this last octave on the keyboard?
M: yes...
P: see this D flat? (hits note again)
M: Yes... that's like, my limit, right?
P: I've vocalised you up to an E flat before.
M: ...
P: And I'm sure your limit is somewhere around... here (hits F)
M: ...
P: ... do you want me to train you for solo work? I'm sure in about 3 months we could (blahbbidy blah, it all becomes a blur).
M: sure... I mean, I can do the work, and if you say I can get to a certain point, I'll trust you to know better than me...
This coming from my chord director, so I guess I can't use the "egging me on, telling me what I want to hear" card anymore. I'll be vocalising with her three times a week. We'll see what comes of it...