Problems.
I want to talk, but I don't know if I'd physically be able to talk to someone else about these things. I have a hard enough time as it is interacting coherently as it is...
My two pieces are finally done. I finished the orchestra piece ("Berliner Mauer" = Berlin Wall; long story behind that name) last Friday night/Saturday morning. Today I finished "Diesel" for woodwind quartet (flute, oboe, clarinet and bassoon) and viola. No relation to the brand. And no, I'm not writing a bunch of German-related compositions because of this summer. It just happened to... happen that way.
Now I'm thoroughly without any incentive to work. Spring Break ushers in all sorts of evil.
Please excuse me while I go make a fool out of myself. Piano tomorrow, not fun. Then the cabin. I haven't been there in a while. Promises to be a weekend of movies.
My teeth feel like they're going to fall out. My elbows I think are bruised from working at my computer for such a long time. = the downside of using a computer. Fortunately, no carpel-tunnel feelings today.
One of many problems. I've been advised that when applying for jobs, they look at your graduate school and not their undergraduate. Juilliard doesn't guarantee that their undergrads will be able to get their grad studies done there, like most schools. So... should I go to Juilliard now, or a smaller school where I'll get even more attention and be able to "get comfortable" (@ Rice, for instance)?
My reddened eyes are drooping, and so that means that I should go to bed. NOt that I'm not laying down already. Goodnight.
My two pieces are finally done. I finished the orchestra piece ("Berliner Mauer" = Berlin Wall; long story behind that name) last Friday night/Saturday morning. Today I finished "Diesel" for woodwind quartet (flute, oboe, clarinet and bassoon) and viola. No relation to the brand. And no, I'm not writing a bunch of German-related compositions because of this summer. It just happened to... happen that way.
Now I'm thoroughly without any incentive to work. Spring Break ushers in all sorts of evil.
Please excuse me while I go make a fool out of myself. Piano tomorrow, not fun. Then the cabin. I haven't been there in a while. Promises to be a weekend of movies.
My teeth feel like they're going to fall out. My elbows I think are bruised from working at my computer for such a long time. = the downside of using a computer. Fortunately, no carpel-tunnel feelings today.
One of many problems. I've been advised that when applying for jobs, they look at your graduate school and not their undergraduate. Juilliard doesn't guarantee that their undergrads will be able to get their grad studies done there, like most schools. So... should I go to Juilliard now, or a smaller school where I'll get even more attention and be able to "get comfortable" (@ Rice, for instance)?
My reddened eyes are drooping, and so that means that I should go to bed. NOt that I'm not laying down already. Goodnight.