I Want Tripod
What did I do today?
-brought new meaning to the phrase "fully fucked it up"
......errrr, that's about it.
For those who have somehow managed to tune out my complaining over the last 3 weeks, I had my 7th grade exam today. Utter utter shit. I could sense the examiner cringing at various points.
Beethoven- sounded dead, the last couple of lines I went out of time with the piano
Penberthy Romance- sounded okay, still dead, I bet he could see me shaking (at least I found out later that he'd never heard this particular song before)
Shostakovitsch- an extra, but I managed to put some spright into it. (still sucked, but extras aren't as important)
Bach- it was....alright, slightly less dead, but I started too fast, and so my phrasing probably got shitted.
Study- fully fucked it. The first page was just a messy muddle. I was so fucking nervous, even though it was the 5th fucking song. The second page I was starting to force myself to calm down, but all hope for that one had run out.
Scales- he asked easy ones, but I fucked up the second arpeggio. Just rushed into it like an idiot.
He cruelly asked for the two hardest double stop scales though. They were both shittily done.
Exercises weren't too bad, but could've been a lot better.
Sight playing- after a minor misreading of the rhythm at the beginning, it was all good until the middle section, where I fumbled around, and then got back on track for the end.
Aural Skills
Memory- I think I got that perfect, if not, it was only the second last note I got wrong.
Everything else was 100%. He even said so ^_^
General Knowledge- I basically have mastered the knack of sounding like I know what I'm talking about. I got one or two modulations wrong, and unfortunately for me, Beethoven wrote TEN violin sonatas, not three.
Oh yeah, he figured out very early on that I can't even tune my fucking instrument properly. >.< That was probably what gave me the really bad nerves- the fact that we hadn't even started and he knew I was a crappy player.
Okay. Gonna stop dwelling on the shittest half hour of my life (okay, a bit dramatic, I know)........................now.
*still dwells*
DAMMIT
-brought new meaning to the phrase "fully fucked it up"
......errrr, that's about it.
For those who have somehow managed to tune out my complaining over the last 3 weeks, I had my 7th grade exam today. Utter utter shit. I could sense the examiner cringing at various points.
Beethoven- sounded dead, the last couple of lines I went out of time with the piano
Penberthy Romance- sounded okay, still dead, I bet he could see me shaking (at least I found out later that he'd never heard this particular song before)
Shostakovitsch- an extra, but I managed to put some spright into it. (still sucked, but extras aren't as important)
Bach- it was....alright, slightly less dead, but I started too fast, and so my phrasing probably got shitted.
Study- fully fucked it. The first page was just a messy muddle. I was so fucking nervous, even though it was the 5th fucking song. The second page I was starting to force myself to calm down, but all hope for that one had run out.
Scales- he asked easy ones, but I fucked up the second arpeggio. Just rushed into it like an idiot.
He cruelly asked for the two hardest double stop scales though. They were both shittily done.
Exercises weren't too bad, but could've been a lot better.
Sight playing- after a minor misreading of the rhythm at the beginning, it was all good until the middle section, where I fumbled around, and then got back on track for the end.
Aural Skills
Memory- I think I got that perfect, if not, it was only the second last note I got wrong.
Everything else was 100%. He even said so ^_^
General Knowledge- I basically have mastered the knack of sounding like I know what I'm talking about. I got one or two modulations wrong, and unfortunately for me, Beethoven wrote TEN violin sonatas, not three.
Oh yeah, he figured out very early on that I can't even tune my fucking instrument properly. >.< That was probably what gave me the really bad nerves- the fact that we hadn't even started and he knew I was a crappy player.
Okay. Gonna stop dwelling on the shittest half hour of my life (okay, a bit dramatic, I know)........................now.
*still dwells*
DAMMIT