*guilt guilt guilt frustration argh pain confusion lost self-pity bitter pain jealousy exhaustion punch boom more argh*
*feels sorry for self for 18th time tonight*
ARGHHH just had enough. I felt so bad earlier, I copped out of the first Big Band rehearsal of the year.
I NEVER MISS REHEARSALS. Ever. This is big stuff Taylor-wise.
And this is why I hate being a woman. This is why I hate being an adolescent woman even more.
No, this does not give you permission to make some comment on my apparent masculinity. It bores me now.
I tried taking my mixed bag of emotions and throwing them onto Sibelius to distract myself, usually since music is ALWAYS the perfect cure to all ailments.
Instead, I came up with the zaniest load of bubble and squeak you ever did see, involving a trumpet and a piano. Ha, I think trumpeters might just hate me if I ever tricked one into playing it.
We've been back, like, 3 days, and I just want my bed. All the time. I can't really deal with this all tbh. You all make my head blurry. Go away.
Not you, come back. Seriously.
Please.
I'm praying for a *click* then I'll suddenly be all happy and wooooo again and I won't write overdramatic blogs and wallow in self-pity continiously. I just can't be bothered with that whole witty 'act' at this precise moment in time.
Huge apologies if I've been unpleasant to you or even more of a pain in the backside, you know I don't mean it REALLY.
Glee is on. I can't be bothered to watch it. This lack of motivation is disgusting.
Off to go and indulge in the Bach Marcello or something as equally pretentious.
Monday, 10 January 2011
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Remember you, stretched out in the sun...
Er yeah, so buying Forever Delayed by Manic Street Preachers may have just been the best bargain amongst recent Taylor purchases. It's barely come off my Spotify since. I LOVE it when this happens.
That James Rhodes bloke too. ARGH JUST SO MUCH WOW.
Today we returned to our beloved LC, and I had Ext Studies (which became a free), Music, free (mostly spent in music), then Music. I wish I had today every today.
But yeah, I made sure I set JR and his performance of the Blumenfeld left hand etude on both A Level classes, so I'm spreading the word.
And now in Extension Studies I've found myself roped into being part of a presentation on the subject of 'New Musical Theatre'...there's a surprise.
Then again, I AM in love with this particular subject, and doing a talk on it means I get to preach the gospel of Rent and JRB.
We'll be mostly using it as an advert for our own Rent production. Which still has no date. Or proper venue. But Mr Dr bless his heart and soul is rapidly working on it for me, n'aww.
First band rehearsal for it on Tuesday...we've been talking about it and it's exciting stuff...it's also my MD debut as well as my directorial debut so I'm not too sure how everything's gpoing to work, and I'll be winging it when it comes to conducting AND playing keyboards AND keeping an eye on the onstage actors :S
What on earth did I get myself into? I'm sure things will all work out awesomely. Fingers crossed.
I'm so tired. All Christmas we'd been going to bed at 12 and texting till 2 (resulting in hellish contract bills for me, but damn twas so worth it). Consequently, my sleeping pattern is pretty messed up, but that's my own stupid fault.
Actually couldn't sleep last night. Got about 4 hours? Never really had a problem with sleep before either.
You know those times where you're constantly surrounded by lovely, amazing people and you're lucky and you've got it all seemingly going for you and you still feel so distant and lonely? Like there's something you can't keep inside for much longer?
That James Rhodes bloke too. ARGH JUST SO MUCH WOW.
Today we returned to our beloved LC, and I had Ext Studies (which became a free), Music, free (mostly spent in music), then Music. I wish I had today every today.
But yeah, I made sure I set JR and his performance of the Blumenfeld left hand etude on both A Level classes, so I'm spreading the word.
And now in Extension Studies I've found myself roped into being part of a presentation on the subject of 'New Musical Theatre'...there's a surprise.
Then again, I AM in love with this particular subject, and doing a talk on it means I get to preach the gospel of Rent and JRB.
We'll be mostly using it as an advert for our own Rent production. Which still has no date. Or proper venue. But Mr Dr bless his heart and soul is rapidly working on it for me, n'aww.
First band rehearsal for it on Tuesday...we've been talking about it and it's exciting stuff...it's also my MD debut as well as my directorial debut so I'm not too sure how everything's gpoing to work, and I'll be winging it when it comes to conducting AND playing keyboards AND keeping an eye on the onstage actors :S
What on earth did I get myself into? I'm sure things will all work out awesomely. Fingers crossed.
I'm so tired. All Christmas we'd been going to bed at 12 and texting till 2 (resulting in hellish contract bills for me, but damn twas so worth it). Consequently, my sleeping pattern is pretty messed up, but that's my own stupid fault.
Actually couldn't sleep last night. Got about 4 hours? Never really had a problem with sleep before either.
You know those times where you're constantly surrounded by lovely, amazing people and you're lucky and you've got it all seemingly going for you and you still feel so distant and lonely? Like there's something you can't keep inside for much longer?
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
Attend the tale of Edible Marius...
(Don't ask, I promise I'm not drunk.)
(This musical below was based on a story.)
Edible Marius had an illegitmate child who abused HER (because for the sake of pronouns Marius was her mother at the beginning.) The child grew up and started a June rebellion and then Marius became a man today.
HE is rescued by a man dessus the motorway.
"This motorway is part of our heritage; it makes us who we are," said Edible Marius. His new beliefs in the motorway caused a time of political unrest. "They need lots of care and support so they can concentrate and fall in love with other motorways."
Edible Marius' child (who dies at the end of the story) and Edible Marius were the last ones ever.
"It is very personal to each individual!" he cried, and Edible Marius Jr was kicked out, got KICKED by a PIE (kick pies) and Ellen punched her inside a Supermassive Black Hole.
THE END.
(This musical below was based on a story.)
Edible Marius had an illegitmate child who abused HER (because for the sake of pronouns Marius was her mother at the beginning.) The child grew up and started a June rebellion and then Marius became a man today.
HE is rescued by a man dessus the motorway.
"This motorway is part of our heritage; it makes us who we are," said Edible Marius. His new beliefs in the motorway caused a time of political unrest. "They need lots of care and support so they can concentrate and fall in love with other motorways."
Edible Marius' child (who dies at the end of the story) and Edible Marius were the last ones ever.
"It is very personal to each individual!" he cried, and Edible Marius Jr was kicked out, got KICKED by a PIE (kick pies) and Ellen punched her inside a Supermassive Black Hole.
THE END.
Monday, 3 January 2011
We don't talk about love.
Sometimes, iTunes is awesome, e.g. Manic Street Preachers' Forever Delayed for £3.95.
Other times, iTunes is a pain in the backside, e.g. crashing my computer after taking years to load.
Sometimes, people are awesome.
Other times, I just want to punch people in the face.
An hour away from 4 days in, but this year feels no different...
Other times, iTunes is a pain in the backside, e.g. crashing my computer after taking years to load.
Sometimes, people are awesome.
Other times, I just want to punch people in the face.
An hour away from 4 days in, but this year feels no different...
Friday, 31 December 2010
How long till next year? 3 and a half minutes...
It's roughly a year since I started this here blog. One of my earliest posts was a rather sombre lecture on the ups and downs of 2009, and I moaned because we never do anything on New Year's Eve, and I sit up on my own, and get depressed.
Well, a year later, and once again I'm sitting up here alone (if not for Leachy boy via MSN and Prime via text) whilst a great number of my peers are out celebrating.
I think it's inevitible that we'll find ourselves evaluating the past year and anticipating the forthcoming year on each New Year's Eve, and as I'm IMMENSELY bored, I thought I'd do mine here.
I sat and originally thought "Well what was so good about 2010 for me? Hmph, just GCSEs and I suppose panto."
Then, I sat and thought some more, went through the calendar and some blog posts, and realised it's actually been pretty brilliant on reflection. Here's my rundown of Taylor's 2010. If you get bored easily, get out now, and Happy New Year...
January: So, I'd started this blog around Christmas, and I remember continuing with that. We went back to school with us little Year 11s raring to go (HAHA) for the hellish terms we knew were about to hit us. I remember these early evenings being taken up by watching at least 2 episodes of Friends every single night, and then we were all introduced to Glee...my nights were weird when those both ended. I also remember being pretty taken with Pot Noodles. I turned 16 on 22nd, and I remember my birthday was awesome because I know adorable people, and because we had a choir rehearsal. In M6, doing Plonk and Man in the Mirror. The following day I revisited my Northampton dramatical peoples, bought my bass and went for Costa, but we had a huuuuge power cut at home...the following Monday we had a biology exam. I remember ridiculously random details.
February: I remember having a truck load of snow sometime between the end of January and start of February...maybe twas half term even? Even so, I remember going along to Market Harborough one time, and on instruction from Daisy I had my first gingerbread latte in Costa. Twas love at first sip. That day I also bought a music theory book. Haven't used it since. The day after Valentine's Day, which was a Saturday, felt awkward. I was in Marks and Spencers. On 28th, choir made our illustrious debut at DMH doing Youth Finds a Voice, where we blew everyone away (probably literally) with our hilariously choreographed Man in the Mirror, Hallelujah, and then with the masses doing the notoriously stupid Plonk Gloria, which I ended up loving even though it was ridiculously difficult. Backstage, I proposed to my dear wife from across the other side of the garden suite (by yelling), and she said yes :')
March: Glee and Friends nights continued, and on one of them I got talking to my future step-son, who ended up becoming my trusty official photographer. I met dear Roz through this very blog, and she soon took me for my first shoot round Hinckley and we've had quite a few since. She's talented, and she has awesome hair. I suppose at this point I should say how my singer-songwriter status has really kicked off this year thanks to discovering ReverbNation and it's wonders. I set that up in Summer, but it linked with Roz and her photos anyway...
April: This month was the hardest to remember for me. Just seemed to be a rather large gap between Hinckley and GCSEs....I visited the April section of my blog to see, and the first thing I noticed was 'French Speaking is over, French Speaking is gone', so I reckon twas the last time I ever spoke any French, in my manly accent. GCSE prep was really underway; Ellingwoof couldn't spell her name on the Music coursework form. I wrote a piece called 'Describe Me' in English which is still sitting on my desk where it has been ever since Fordy gave it back. I met my second cousins again for the first time in YONKS, and they're wonderful, and I wish I got to see them more. Jess is like me, only older, but we both adore theatre and got on so well. The day before my French Speaking, Tom Nelson had a charity concert and I sang Closest Thing to Crazy, Alone with Scott and the stupid high C in Seasons of Love, and Nick made everyone wait before he did his L5Y piece because he wanted Mrs Hillier to hear it. Bandenberg paid me £2 after my exam because of this. It felt bizarre.
May: So, on something like the 18th we finished compulsory education and embarked on exam HELL. Nick turned 18 and had this huge party up at the soccer place near Lutto. He spent the whole night introducing me as Taylor so people didn't even know my first name. Nick and I had also started adapting Little Dorrit as a musical before we both left, but this has resulted in nothing much - at the moment. I remember spending an awful lot of time with Prime (ha, I rhyme) that night, and I actually wore a dress. My first GCSE exam was English Lit, and I sat in a history room with a book on Hitler on the shelf. Afterwards my hand killed, and I went to Waitrose and got bankrupted by a muffin. The week after May half term (which just seems to be a blur of revision) was affectionally nicknamed 'Hell Week' by us all, and personally I somehow ploughed through 9 exams that week. In one History exam in the gym, I had a half-broken desk, and it made huge bangs during the exam. Awkward. There was a also a brilliant episode involving Burty, Florence and I ordering nachos at a little coffee shop and Florence trying to split the bill, failing.
June: After Hell Week, I had 3 exams left, and Scott and I went to Penny (the flamboyant drama teacher)'s mum's birthday and sang for her. We were paid AWESOMELY. My last exam was Music, and the first question was on Tragedy by the Bee Gees. I could write a whole paragraph on Ellingwoof's discovery of the legendary music revision song, but that'd go on and on and on and on, and I only have half an hour left before the clock strikes midnight. That last exam was at 2pm on 18th, and I celebrated my freedom from GCSEs by seeing Guys and Dolls at Kilworth House, n'aww. That night, Charlie spoke to me for the first time.
The Longest Summer of My Life: There was a whole bizarre period of being 'stuck in limbo' between year 11 and year 12 after this. I had no work to do...and it felt brilliantly weird. I sat around all day eating spaghetti and meatballs and watching Wimbledon and baroque opera, just doing nothing. So surreal. We had induction at the start of July, and then the end of term concert. Then...all the Year 13s left. Barstow, Ailish, Becky, James, David, Zoe, Lizzie, Jo etc etc...they're all at uni now, and it's still a bit weird to think of them like that. Even after induction, summer was beautifully lazy. I can sum it up by saying ReverbNation, Photography, sun, drumming, Spotify, Rock On The Rec, the charity concert with Becky in Ullesthorpe..and then of course, results day and the incredible relief and happiness. Summer seemed to end not quite as well as it started, I felt let down and hurt for 'reasons'...but looking back, the majority of it all was rather beautiful. The song that always makes me think of exams and summer is Neutron Star Collision, by Muse. I even sneaked it in as a Physics revision resource.
September: After a great summer, we got thrown back into year 12. But...it's SO DIFFERENT. So much more independent and adult and all that cliched rubbish. Apart from English Lit, I love it. Music, Philosophy, Drama...okay, so it's all harder work, but what do you expect? I still can't stand Vertical Tutor groups. We were all annoyed that the performing arts staff had opted for a showcase instead of a production, so Leachy and Hayley set up the Drama Society, asking for me to do music theatre...and because I can't say no, I agreed. Next thing I know, I have a cast of 20 doing a cut down version of Rent...my directorial debut had begun. My bass-plyaing status has also kicked off HUGELY this year - by this time, Prime had me in the Leics Arts Big Band which was a huge learning curve yet a great challenge, and my Dad had me learning his West Side Story score. GCSE results earned me a legendary trip down to Laaaaandon on Friday 24th to see my ultimate theatre hero, JRB. The word 'incredible' can't sum up that night completely.
October: Year 12 was well underway, and BTEC pantoness began too...well, the rehearsal stages that is. We went to see The Red Shoes at the Curve for Drama, and someone recognised me from a gig, which was adorable. One night Adam from Rock On The Rec gave me a call and asked me if I wanted to play a gig at The Musician in Leicester...so on the Thursday night of half term I did so, my first city gig - it felt awesome. The following day Scott took me to London bless him to see Lauren in Grease, and we ended up meeting her twice...bless him and his theatrical contacts.
November: Commemoration Day was like, the 3rd. I adore choir, so much. Next year it'll be so eerily different with all the current Year 13s missing. I know it was the 3rd, not because I'm sad, but because twas the date of my wedding, fool. Yes, the most romantic wedding of the year...with Burty as vicar, underneath pink umbrellas, in the rain, outside He Come Chippy. We had the reception before the ceremony. Bless my wife, and my best man who's not a man, and Ellingwoof, and Burty. BTEC panto really kicked off (although it always does, it's BTEC-related), and at the end of the month I played in West Side Story for my Dad, and dealt with beautiful flautists and snobby clarinetists. Also around this time, I quit the magazine. Bye bye co-editor status.
December: Ha, PANTO TIME. At first, it was looking shocking...apart from the band, we're awesome. Then...something clicked...and twas magically brilliant by the end of the week. Despite flying swords, collapsing music stands, illness and cringey speeches (given by me), it was a brilliant week. Just because I can't compliment her enough, I still can't believe what an awesome job Prime did as MD. The snow was insane though. I remember that much cos my dear father is OBSSESSED. We finished the week with an awesome (if very very very late) curry for the band, and then I went back with my wife (WAHEY) and the following day we had a choir gig at Ullesthorpe Garden Centre. More hilarity. Then...coursework hell for the rest of term. It was a LONG term. A long, cold term. We had the Christmas Concert too, In Ducli Jubilo, Primemas and of COURSE a quiet, family Christmas...but I blogged about that recently, I have 14 minutes left, and I'm tired.
So...what now for 2011? Burty texted me earlier saying she was worried about it...exams, both AS and musical, and then starting our final EVER year, and looking at UCAS...not to mention the insane amount of people leaving.
I'm friends with a crazy number of people in the year above, with the downside being they'll all leave before me, and I'm going to miss them SO SO SO SO SO much. Next year will feel so strange, I keep saying it and I don't want to believe it.
Recently I've realised just how close my close friends are, in particular the someone who has proved to be my absolute best friend (you know who you are! :P)...I'm going to miss her more than she could know.
But then, as several doors close, many will open and all that jazz. This has been a long 'un, but I can't apologise...tis my blog ;)
2011. Bring it on.
Well, a year later, and once again I'm sitting up here alone (if not for Leachy boy via MSN and Prime via text) whilst a great number of my peers are out celebrating.
I think it's inevitible that we'll find ourselves evaluating the past year and anticipating the forthcoming year on each New Year's Eve, and as I'm IMMENSELY bored, I thought I'd do mine here.
I sat and originally thought "Well what was so good about 2010 for me? Hmph, just GCSEs and I suppose panto."
Then, I sat and thought some more, went through the calendar and some blog posts, and realised it's actually been pretty brilliant on reflection. Here's my rundown of Taylor's 2010. If you get bored easily, get out now, and Happy New Year...
January: So, I'd started this blog around Christmas, and I remember continuing with that. We went back to school with us little Year 11s raring to go (HAHA) for the hellish terms we knew were about to hit us. I remember these early evenings being taken up by watching at least 2 episodes of Friends every single night, and then we were all introduced to Glee...my nights were weird when those both ended. I also remember being pretty taken with Pot Noodles. I turned 16 on 22nd, and I remember my birthday was awesome because I know adorable people, and because we had a choir rehearsal. In M6, doing Plonk and Man in the Mirror. The following day I revisited my Northampton dramatical peoples, bought my bass and went for Costa, but we had a huuuuge power cut at home...the following Monday we had a biology exam. I remember ridiculously random details.
February: I remember having a truck load of snow sometime between the end of January and start of February...maybe twas half term even? Even so, I remember going along to Market Harborough one time, and on instruction from Daisy I had my first gingerbread latte in Costa. Twas love at first sip. That day I also bought a music theory book. Haven't used it since. The day after Valentine's Day, which was a Saturday, felt awkward. I was in Marks and Spencers. On 28th, choir made our illustrious debut at DMH doing Youth Finds a Voice, where we blew everyone away (probably literally) with our hilariously choreographed Man in the Mirror, Hallelujah, and then with the masses doing the notoriously stupid Plonk Gloria, which I ended up loving even though it was ridiculously difficult. Backstage, I proposed to my dear wife from across the other side of the garden suite (by yelling), and she said yes :')
March: Glee and Friends nights continued, and on one of them I got talking to my future step-son, who ended up becoming my trusty official photographer. I met dear Roz through this very blog, and she soon took me for my first shoot round Hinckley and we've had quite a few since. She's talented, and she has awesome hair. I suppose at this point I should say how my singer-songwriter status has really kicked off this year thanks to discovering ReverbNation and it's wonders. I set that up in Summer, but it linked with Roz and her photos anyway...
April: This month was the hardest to remember for me. Just seemed to be a rather large gap between Hinckley and GCSEs....I visited the April section of my blog to see, and the first thing I noticed was 'French Speaking is over, French Speaking is gone', so I reckon twas the last time I ever spoke any French, in my manly accent. GCSE prep was really underway; Ellingwoof couldn't spell her name on the Music coursework form. I wrote a piece called 'Describe Me' in English which is still sitting on my desk where it has been ever since Fordy gave it back. I met my second cousins again for the first time in YONKS, and they're wonderful, and I wish I got to see them more. Jess is like me, only older, but we both adore theatre and got on so well. The day before my French Speaking, Tom Nelson had a charity concert and I sang Closest Thing to Crazy, Alone with Scott and the stupid high C in Seasons of Love, and Nick made everyone wait before he did his L5Y piece because he wanted Mrs Hillier to hear it. Bandenberg paid me £2 after my exam because of this. It felt bizarre.
May: So, on something like the 18th we finished compulsory education and embarked on exam HELL. Nick turned 18 and had this huge party up at the soccer place near Lutto. He spent the whole night introducing me as Taylor so people didn't even know my first name. Nick and I had also started adapting Little Dorrit as a musical before we both left, but this has resulted in nothing much - at the moment. I remember spending an awful lot of time with Prime (ha, I rhyme) that night, and I actually wore a dress. My first GCSE exam was English Lit, and I sat in a history room with a book on Hitler on the shelf. Afterwards my hand killed, and I went to Waitrose and got bankrupted by a muffin. The week after May half term (which just seems to be a blur of revision) was affectionally nicknamed 'Hell Week' by us all, and personally I somehow ploughed through 9 exams that week. In one History exam in the gym, I had a half-broken desk, and it made huge bangs during the exam. Awkward. There was a also a brilliant episode involving Burty, Florence and I ordering nachos at a little coffee shop and Florence trying to split the bill, failing.
June: After Hell Week, I had 3 exams left, and Scott and I went to Penny (the flamboyant drama teacher)'s mum's birthday and sang for her. We were paid AWESOMELY. My last exam was Music, and the first question was on Tragedy by the Bee Gees. I could write a whole paragraph on Ellingwoof's discovery of the legendary music revision song, but that'd go on and on and on and on, and I only have half an hour left before the clock strikes midnight. That last exam was at 2pm on 18th, and I celebrated my freedom from GCSEs by seeing Guys and Dolls at Kilworth House, n'aww. That night, Charlie spoke to me for the first time.
The Longest Summer of My Life: There was a whole bizarre period of being 'stuck in limbo' between year 11 and year 12 after this. I had no work to do...and it felt brilliantly weird. I sat around all day eating spaghetti and meatballs and watching Wimbledon and baroque opera, just doing nothing. So surreal. We had induction at the start of July, and then the end of term concert. Then...all the Year 13s left. Barstow, Ailish, Becky, James, David, Zoe, Lizzie, Jo etc etc...they're all at uni now, and it's still a bit weird to think of them like that. Even after induction, summer was beautifully lazy. I can sum it up by saying ReverbNation, Photography, sun, drumming, Spotify, Rock On The Rec, the charity concert with Becky in Ullesthorpe..and then of course, results day and the incredible relief and happiness. Summer seemed to end not quite as well as it started, I felt let down and hurt for 'reasons'...but looking back, the majority of it all was rather beautiful. The song that always makes me think of exams and summer is Neutron Star Collision, by Muse. I even sneaked it in as a Physics revision resource.
September: After a great summer, we got thrown back into year 12. But...it's SO DIFFERENT. So much more independent and adult and all that cliched rubbish. Apart from English Lit, I love it. Music, Philosophy, Drama...okay, so it's all harder work, but what do you expect? I still can't stand Vertical Tutor groups. We were all annoyed that the performing arts staff had opted for a showcase instead of a production, so Leachy and Hayley set up the Drama Society, asking for me to do music theatre...and because I can't say no, I agreed. Next thing I know, I have a cast of 20 doing a cut down version of Rent...my directorial debut had begun. My bass-plyaing status has also kicked off HUGELY this year - by this time, Prime had me in the Leics Arts Big Band which was a huge learning curve yet a great challenge, and my Dad had me learning his West Side Story score. GCSE results earned me a legendary trip down to Laaaaandon on Friday 24th to see my ultimate theatre hero, JRB. The word 'incredible' can't sum up that night completely.
October: Year 12 was well underway, and BTEC pantoness began too...well, the rehearsal stages that is. We went to see The Red Shoes at the Curve for Drama, and someone recognised me from a gig, which was adorable. One night Adam from Rock On The Rec gave me a call and asked me if I wanted to play a gig at The Musician in Leicester...so on the Thursday night of half term I did so, my first city gig - it felt awesome. The following day Scott took me to London bless him to see Lauren in Grease, and we ended up meeting her twice...bless him and his theatrical contacts.
November: Commemoration Day was like, the 3rd. I adore choir, so much. Next year it'll be so eerily different with all the current Year 13s missing. I know it was the 3rd, not because I'm sad, but because twas the date of my wedding, fool. Yes, the most romantic wedding of the year...with Burty as vicar, underneath pink umbrellas, in the rain, outside He Come Chippy. We had the reception before the ceremony. Bless my wife, and my best man who's not a man, and Ellingwoof, and Burty. BTEC panto really kicked off (although it always does, it's BTEC-related), and at the end of the month I played in West Side Story for my Dad, and dealt with beautiful flautists and snobby clarinetists. Also around this time, I quit the magazine. Bye bye co-editor status.
December: Ha, PANTO TIME. At first, it was looking shocking...apart from the band, we're awesome. Then...something clicked...and twas magically brilliant by the end of the week. Despite flying swords, collapsing music stands, illness and cringey speeches (given by me), it was a brilliant week. Just because I can't compliment her enough, I still can't believe what an awesome job Prime did as MD. The snow was insane though. I remember that much cos my dear father is OBSSESSED. We finished the week with an awesome (if very very very late) curry for the band, and then I went back with my wife (WAHEY) and the following day we had a choir gig at Ullesthorpe Garden Centre. More hilarity. Then...coursework hell for the rest of term. It was a LONG term. A long, cold term. We had the Christmas Concert too, In Ducli Jubilo, Primemas and of COURSE a quiet, family Christmas...but I blogged about that recently, I have 14 minutes left, and I'm tired.
So...what now for 2011? Burty texted me earlier saying she was worried about it...exams, both AS and musical, and then starting our final EVER year, and looking at UCAS...not to mention the insane amount of people leaving.
I'm friends with a crazy number of people in the year above, with the downside being they'll all leave before me, and I'm going to miss them SO SO SO SO SO much. Next year will feel so strange, I keep saying it and I don't want to believe it.
Recently I've realised just how close my close friends are, in particular the someone who has proved to be my absolute best friend (you know who you are! :P)...I'm going to miss her more than she could know.
But then, as several doors close, many will open and all that jazz. This has been a long 'un, but I can't apologise...tis my blog ;)
2011. Bring it on.
Friday, 24 December 2010
Twas the night before Christmas...
....when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, apart from my brother and I.
He's sat watching Polar Express (his own little Christmas Eve tradition) and I'm sat on Facebook, Skype and MSN listening to Rhodes' Bullets and Lullabies...
It may be Christmas Eve, but despite how much I've said I WILL feel Christmasy...I'm still not feeling particularly festive at all.
In fact, in a pretty depressing way, this is the least festive I've ever felt :/ And I LOVE Christmas!
We didn't even go to the Crib Service at church tonight for the first time in my LIFE :O
My brother has demanded I stay awake with him till about 1am. Fool. Not quite sure how I'm going to occupy myself and keep awake. Maybe I'll just continue in this fashion...
However, for now, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night :)
He's sat watching Polar Express (his own little Christmas Eve tradition) and I'm sat on Facebook, Skype and MSN listening to Rhodes' Bullets and Lullabies...
It may be Christmas Eve, but despite how much I've said I WILL feel Christmasy...I'm still not feeling particularly festive at all.
In fact, in a pretty depressing way, this is the least festive I've ever felt :/ And I LOVE Christmas!
We didn't even go to the Crib Service at church tonight for the first time in my LIFE :O
My brother has demanded I stay awake with him till about 1am. Fool. Not quite sure how I'm going to occupy myself and keep awake. Maybe I'll just continue in this fashion...
However, for now, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night :)
Thursday, 23 December 2010
5 ft 11 in her socks, she'd have to stand you on a box, not appropriate behaviour...
So, I've never been crazily into classical (or indeed baroque, romantic, 20th century etc etc for you pedantic fellow musical geeks) piano repertoire before, and then I came across this dude:
www.jamesrhodes.tv
So, he's like, a classical pianist....with the drug-fuelled past of a rock star....and the looks of one too.
But he is SO passionate. And dedicated. All of a sudden I'm well into all this Beethoven and Bach business, and it was ever only really Chopin or Debussy before.
Some of this music is so delicious though, it could melt in the mouth. Or maybe just on the ears?
I've found myself ploughing through this incredible Beethoven sonata with my unpolished Grade 5 skills, which is daring as hell, but it's not just the music I've fallen for...it's the backstory. When Beethoven wrote this music, he'd just started going deaf, and he channelled his frustration, passion, desperation and depression all into this one composition...
...and to me, that is mind-blowing. As James says himself on his programme, about the 3rd movement: "How could a man so desperate and surrounded by such chaos write something so eternal?"
Today, twas dearest Prime's day of birth, and now she's all an official adult and that :/ I FEEL SO YOUNG NEXT TO HER NOW. And small. But nothing changes there...
Tis also Christmas Eve Eve.....but I'm not feeling too Christmasy at all. Maybe I AM getting old after all.
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So, he's like, a classical pianist....with the drug-fuelled past of a rock star....and the looks of one too.
But he is SO passionate. And dedicated. All of a sudden I'm well into all this Beethoven and Bach business, and it was ever only really Chopin or Debussy before.
Some of this music is so delicious though, it could melt in the mouth. Or maybe just on the ears?
I've found myself ploughing through this incredible Beethoven sonata with my unpolished Grade 5 skills, which is daring as hell, but it's not just the music I've fallen for...it's the backstory. When Beethoven wrote this music, he'd just started going deaf, and he channelled his frustration, passion, desperation and depression all into this one composition...
...and to me, that is mind-blowing. As James says himself on his programme, about the 3rd movement: "How could a man so desperate and surrounded by such chaos write something so eternal?"
Today, twas dearest Prime's day of birth, and now she's all an official adult and that :/ I FEEL SO YOUNG NEXT TO HER NOW. And small. But nothing changes there...
Tis also Christmas Eve Eve.....but I'm not feeling too Christmasy at all. Maybe I AM getting old after all.
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