Good update, for once.
I love taking showers, even though I hate what Waco water does to my hair. Hard water deposits, ugh.
In other news, I finally have the beginning of an idea for my NaNo this year. It's going to require research (yay! BOOKS!) and planning and me doing something I've never done for a story before, which is to lay out a general outline. I need to get my glasses of water and ducks in a row.
Now I need to go see how many books on spies in the Cold War/WWII the library has. Well, how many they have that I don't already own. Just cause it's a novel doesn't mean it isn't factual. Yay, facts! I'm not a history minor for nothing!
Today was really good. No theory homework this weekend, no football game tomorrow and only 2 classes made this the ideal Friday. I even got to art, a little bit. Though I suck at painting, I love to do it. It's so relaxing, and it's even more fun when through it you find out that some of the freshmen that you're hanging out with love Doctor Who and can understand your weird desire to be Amy Pond for Halloween.
Percussion is amazing, so far. I love it. It's not that it's not work, because it is, but it's because when you're working you can kind of treat it as almost a meditation. That sounds really stupid typed "out loud" but it makes sense in my head. When I'm working on the scales and exercises, I get to a point where I'm not thinking about anything else but the music, my hand position, the technique, and the response. I'm not worrying about life, or my classes, or myself. I wish I could get to that point in flute playing, but for some reason my main instrument seems much more conducive to multitasking. You can't read a newspaper when you're having to concentrate on hitting the right bars. You can if you're just going through the motions with scales. I wish I could say that I wasn't but some days...it's really hard to make myself go and practice flute. Really beyond difficult. For some reason I don't think I'd have the same problem with marimba. I'm a very strange person.
I do love my current flute solo. I'm playing the Hindemith Sonata for Flute and Piano (I can't remember the German title, whoops) and as with all things Hindemith it's beautiful and mad, wonderful and demented, emotional but a wee bit strange. I love it, in all it's complexities and quirks. Hindemith has always seemed to be perfectly in my element as a musician. The next piece I'm going to be preparing is the first movement of the Mozart in D. I get Mozart, I do, and I know why I'm playing it, but still. I'd rather play...well, the Hindemith. Mozart has always felt a little clinical to me- like the emotion is either not there, or it's muted, tamped down. This is only my personal opinion though.
It's a little after 2 in the morning. I should probably think about sleep.
-k-
In other news, I finally have the beginning of an idea for my NaNo this year. It's going to require research (yay! BOOKS!) and planning and me doing something I've never done for a story before, which is to lay out a general outline. I need to get my glasses of water and ducks in a row.
Now I need to go see how many books on spies in the Cold War/WWII the library has. Well, how many they have that I don't already own. Just cause it's a novel doesn't mean it isn't factual. Yay, facts! I'm not a history minor for nothing!
Today was really good. No theory homework this weekend, no football game tomorrow and only 2 classes made this the ideal Friday. I even got to art, a little bit. Though I suck at painting, I love to do it. It's so relaxing, and it's even more fun when through it you find out that some of the freshmen that you're hanging out with love Doctor Who and can understand your weird desire to be Amy Pond for Halloween.
Percussion is amazing, so far. I love it. It's not that it's not work, because it is, but it's because when you're working you can kind of treat it as almost a meditation. That sounds really stupid typed "out loud" but it makes sense in my head. When I'm working on the scales and exercises, I get to a point where I'm not thinking about anything else but the music, my hand position, the technique, and the response. I'm not worrying about life, or my classes, or myself. I wish I could get to that point in flute playing, but for some reason my main instrument seems much more conducive to multitasking. You can't read a newspaper when you're having to concentrate on hitting the right bars. You can if you're just going through the motions with scales. I wish I could say that I wasn't but some days...it's really hard to make myself go and practice flute. Really beyond difficult. For some reason I don't think I'd have the same problem with marimba. I'm a very strange person.
I do love my current flute solo. I'm playing the Hindemith Sonata for Flute and Piano (I can't remember the German title, whoops) and as with all things Hindemith it's beautiful and mad, wonderful and demented, emotional but a wee bit strange. I love it, in all it's complexities and quirks. Hindemith has always seemed to be perfectly in my element as a musician. The next piece I'm going to be preparing is the first movement of the Mozart in D. I get Mozart, I do, and I know why I'm playing it, but still. I'd rather play...well, the Hindemith. Mozart has always felt a little clinical to me- like the emotion is either not there, or it's muted, tamped down. This is only my personal opinion though.
It's a little after 2 in the morning. I should probably think about sleep.
-k-