Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Hey, It's Mardi Gras!
Yeah! Mardi Gras! What's that celebrate again...?
Anyways, uhh...I didn't realize it was Mardi Gras until lunch. Sad, eh? If I had known, I would've dressed up. :( Oh well. I did wear some beads a friend gave me.

And, today, being the twenty eighth, was the day that Ne-yo released his CD, on which is the song that I really loved the first time I heard, "So sick". It's catchy, and sure, it's another love song, but compared to the normal stuff on the radio now adays, it's really mellow and nice.

Alas, our band is going downhill. You'd think that upon coming up on two days till our concert, people would have all their music learned, and the only thing we'd have to do in class is a few touchups, otherwise just playing through it, perfecting it, rehearsing it. But no, not with the bands at my highschool. First off, the Wind Ensemble. We have the trumpets who still can't count, the trombones on wrong partials, and the drummer who doesn't know his part, when he's the only one playing! ARg, it kills me! I mean, how hard it is to take a peice of paper home, get two sticks, and tap on something?! Jeez...

Now Chamber Winds, the second band I'm in, is only doing three songs, whereas the Wind Ensemble is doing four. There's a combined peice too, and it's like a grade 2, maybe. It's really easy. But nobody seems to be able to play it. We're also playing something called Sea Portrait. It's a funky tune, and we haven't had many sessions that we've actually focused soley on that peice. We've only played through the whole thing three times, I think. If that. It's pretty, like, french or something, and there isn't much wrong with it besides the "flatness" at which people are playing. Dynamics seem to be invisible sometimes. Really, the worst of the songs is the combined peice. Our tuba player, his name is Lewis, sucks. Our teacher will be looking right at him, and Lewis will be looking back, but he won't respond when the teacher cues him. He'll just stare, and wait...and miss all his cues. He doesn't play half the time, or at least, I can't hear him. And I sit in front of him.

::sigh:: Ah, the troubles of one involved in music. Personally, I practice for at least an hour a day. YEah, I know, I'm supposed to practice at minimal an hour and a half, being a French horn player. But after daily practice in school, then coming home to play, my lips only make it an hour. I wish other people would commit to their art as I do, or just stop ruining the joys of others...

Oh, and, hear this...I have to play 8 peices of music on Thrusday. Two of them are three movement peices, then there's the really long Sea Portraits that I have a solo in, and Elegy for a Young american, where I have to hit a high G, which I couldn't even attempt until the end of this summer. It's crazy...nonstop playing for me. But, despite the fact my lips will probably be bleeding at the end, I still love music!
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