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What a great lesson. I really played the shit out of the Beethoven. Vitek asked if I wanted to play badminton afterwards when we were walking downstairs, he said 'after a lesson such as this it seems a good thing to do.' I agree with you Mr. Vitek. I hope I didn't use up all my music today (and in rehearsal later), so I still play good tomorrow too. I even had that nervous feeling that I get on stage in front of people, which doesn't happen that often in lessons.
On a sour note mom's birthday was yesterday, she sent me a package, I forgot about her completely. She has a funny way of doing nice things when she wants nice things done to her, it kind of makes me feel worse in a way.
Giving is the greatest gift.
On another sour note, Mr. Thomas passed away a couple days ago. You'd think that I'd forgotten about him but somehow I always had it in the back of my mind that I could go back and play in church during the summer and let him be impressed and proud of me. And his obituary says he had a 'special friend', I realize now I didn't and don't know the man at all. I know that until a couple years ago he always had a purple mountain bike on the back of his car, and that he always left church just as quickly as possible after service, and that once in middle school orchestra (rehearsing in Mr. Gridley's back room) he commented on my leg that was bouncing up and down really fast.
It's chilly today, after a long series of days that were drop dead gorgeous! I attribute my large jump in energy the past couple weeks to a couple of factors, starting to lift weights three times a week, playing soccer on Tuesday and Thursday mornings at 8am, and paying a good amount of attention to my posture. I think poor posture has been sapping my energy pretty bad. Tomorrow is a lifting day, I'm going to pump some serious iron and make myself huge for an hour (I think all muscles work somewhat like an erection, once the blood is there it takes a little while before the size can go down). I can wear a tight shirt to studio, make the girls swoon with my muscles and soulful playing.
Now off to play some Barber.
On a sour note mom's birthday was yesterday, she sent me a package, I forgot about her completely. She has a funny way of doing nice things when she wants nice things done to her, it kind of makes me feel worse in a way.
Giving is the greatest gift.
On another sour note, Mr. Thomas passed away a couple days ago. You'd think that I'd forgotten about him but somehow I always had it in the back of my mind that I could go back and play in church during the summer and let him be impressed and proud of me. And his obituary says he had a 'special friend', I realize now I didn't and don't know the man at all. I know that until a couple years ago he always had a purple mountain bike on the back of his car, and that he always left church just as quickly as possible after service, and that once in middle school orchestra (rehearsing in Mr. Gridley's back room) he commented on my leg that was bouncing up and down really fast.
It's chilly today, after a long series of days that were drop dead gorgeous! I attribute my large jump in energy the past couple weeks to a couple of factors, starting to lift weights three times a week, playing soccer on Tuesday and Thursday mornings at 8am, and paying a good amount of attention to my posture. I think poor posture has been sapping my energy pretty bad. Tomorrow is a lifting day, I'm going to pump some serious iron and make myself huge for an hour (I think all muscles work somewhat like an erection, once the blood is there it takes a little while before the size can go down). I can wear a tight shirt to studio, make the girls swoon with my muscles and soulful playing.
Now off to play some Barber.