"I've got music, I've got my gal, who can ask for anything more?"
I've only got an hour or so before I head off to nodding off land, so I've got to make this quick.
This afternoon smelled like hot dogs and the sun warmed my back. I tried to sketch a pigeon, but he walked away. I very badly craved baseball park peanuts. High school kids were mobbed in groups around the student union, explaining the smell, packed away in paper bags from home. I felt as if some of them were going to come running down the cement way, shouting "Katrina, Katrina!" and laughing good-naturedly, wanting to share a joke with me.
The evening was coated in a black velvet so deep that it rang with a soft red glow when the velvet is rubbed the wrong way. The full moon of yesterday (that I seem to have missed due to intense Dante reading) had begun its set pattern of waning. I love when the celestial orbs have a chance to pierce the sky like that.
We had rehearsal for our choir concert aaallllll evening. I still have that exhaustion from singing lingering in the back of my throat. It's a similar sort of feeling to when you dry out your usually wet mouth, but it sits in the back of your throat by your voice box. It's a tingling, unusual sensation. It's beyond just being thirsty. It's an actual exhaustion, but you want to keep going, to keep singing. Every cell in your body is urging you to. You have become melodies and strings of notes flying in the air.
And in the cathedral's boomy structure, the sound rings for at least five seconds after the voices themselves stop. The work itself, Monteverdi's "Vespers" is exceptionally moving. The streams of Latin text that have reverberated in the heights of the great cathedrals of Europe are still as powerful as they were four hundred years ago. The setting just fits. When that last and final "n" of the resounding "amen" leaves our mouths and swims around the room...THAT is going to be a powerful moment. Damn it all if I burst into happy tears at the end...
I spent most of the time between classes and rehearsal with my friend Amelia, who's a vocal performance major. We've gotten to be pretty close friends during this time and I'm grateful for that. She's all mixed up with the tiny community of the music building, spreading the gossip of the little world, and getting a ridiculous crush on the most awkward piano performance major guy in the place. She's fun to mess around with, though. :P
GAHHHH SO EXCITED FOR FRIDAY OMGGGGGggggg! I don't know what it is about choir, but it's driving me up the wall how amazing it's going to be!
Katrina
Ps- Why am I doodling lyrics from "Ziggy Stardust" on all my Logic class notes during class?
This afternoon smelled like hot dogs and the sun warmed my back. I tried to sketch a pigeon, but he walked away. I very badly craved baseball park peanuts. High school kids were mobbed in groups around the student union, explaining the smell, packed away in paper bags from home. I felt as if some of them were going to come running down the cement way, shouting "Katrina, Katrina!" and laughing good-naturedly, wanting to share a joke with me.
The evening was coated in a black velvet so deep that it rang with a soft red glow when the velvet is rubbed the wrong way. The full moon of yesterday (that I seem to have missed due to intense Dante reading) had begun its set pattern of waning. I love when the celestial orbs have a chance to pierce the sky like that.
We had rehearsal for our choir concert aaallllll evening. I still have that exhaustion from singing lingering in the back of my throat. It's a similar sort of feeling to when you dry out your usually wet mouth, but it sits in the back of your throat by your voice box. It's a tingling, unusual sensation. It's beyond just being thirsty. It's an actual exhaustion, but you want to keep going, to keep singing. Every cell in your body is urging you to. You have become melodies and strings of notes flying in the air.
And in the cathedral's boomy structure, the sound rings for at least five seconds after the voices themselves stop. The work itself, Monteverdi's "Vespers" is exceptionally moving. The streams of Latin text that have reverberated in the heights of the great cathedrals of Europe are still as powerful as they were four hundred years ago. The setting just fits. When that last and final "n" of the resounding "amen" leaves our mouths and swims around the room...THAT is going to be a powerful moment. Damn it all if I burst into happy tears at the end...
I spent most of the time between classes and rehearsal with my friend Amelia, who's a vocal performance major. We've gotten to be pretty close friends during this time and I'm grateful for that. She's all mixed up with the tiny community of the music building, spreading the gossip of the little world, and getting a ridiculous crush on the most awkward piano performance major guy in the place. She's fun to mess around with, though. :P
GAHHHH SO EXCITED FOR FRIDAY OMGGGGGggggg! I don't know what it is about choir, but it's driving me up the wall how amazing it's going to be!
Katrina
Ps- Why am I doodling lyrics from "Ziggy Stardust" on all my Logic class notes during class?