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Feb. 18th, 2006

Well, I have some serious eyestrain, and my bow arm hurts like a mother, but that little ordeal is offficialy in the past tense. Freaking marathon gigs preceeded by freaking marathon rehearsal, and that after a lesson. My blisters have blisters.

Still, all minor bitching aside, it's kind of neat to play in an orchestra with a real cello section again, and I liked the break from classical music. Though I still can't swing worth shit. But, shoot me, I'm a string player and not expected to possess the intelligence of, say, a trumpet player. Though it cracked me up when, sitting as I was in front of the brass section, I heard the trombone player snark something to the effect of "it's not that hard, they don't even have to transpose," while the cellos were hashing out some ungodly jitterbug rhythm in about a zillion flats. Yeah, because it's not like, as a cellist, I have to play in three different clefs or anything. Ah, well, I guess I'll never be smart enough to handle a spit valve, anyway.

Oh, but the best part of the evening? Looking up on one of our short breaks between sets to see the teacher whose class I stopped going to last semester standing ten feet away. Yeah, he's a moron, and he made a point of telling us how much it hurt him when people "just dissappeared", but I just couldn't bring myself to tell him in person that he makes a better lumberjack than professor. So, back to the present, where I whip my head around to the other side of my cello and pray that he doesn't look at me, which, of course, he does. Mite awkward, that. Luckily one of the microphones chose that moment to had some serious poltergeist feedback issues, and I could escape to the coat room with my hands over my ears.

Sigh. I think there should be a perscription drug for people like me who need to be less passive and non-confrontational. Hey, they have pills to tranq ADD kids, and I read something about "social anxiety", so I need little purple pills of snarkiness.



( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 19th, 2006 09:08 pm (UTC)
My purple pill of snarkiness is named Jenny. She rubs off by living with her. XD
Feb. 20th, 2006 05:41 am (UTC)
Hmmm... Purple pills of snarkiness... Perhaps the trumpet players would be willing to sell you some...
Feb. 21st, 2006 02:59 am (UTC)
What irks me most is that when I need to be snarky I can't be, and when I definitely shouldn't (and really don't want to be), I can't help myself. I need anti-snarky pills and snarky pills...
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