Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Job Searching

It's on!

I've been diligently searching for a job for almost 2 weeks now.

And I gotta say...it's not fun.  At all.

I told my mom that I wanted to work with not jerks.  Her response was, "Jerks are everywhere."  Thanks, mom.  Very encouraging.

That's all for now.  If you're a nice person who works with nice people and you're hiring, let me know!  =)  I'm nice!  I'm smart!  I work hard!  I own my own rubber finger!

Friday, August 16, 2013

One Day More

Okay, it's my favorite one of Les Miserables.

Probably because it's an ensemble number where almost everybody gets to sing.  Have I YouTubed various versions?  Why yes I have.  Do I like to lip sync along and pretend I have an amazing voice?  Why yes, yes I do.

There's the 10th anniversary version.  A classic.  There's the 25th anniversary that keeps mysteriously disappearing from youtube.  I like the ending of this one better, but I feel a little sad for Nick Jonas and his little pop singer's voice when everyone else sports powerful voices.  There's the movie version, which confuses me a little bit because everyone is singing in different places.  It makes me wonder how they managed to fit everyone's part together if nobody was actually together for it.  There's the movie's live version from the Oscars.  That one freaks me out.  I was very concerned about them staying together since the orchestra was in a different building.  I was also annoyed that it started with Hugh singing the original song and then suddenly Anne Hathaway was singing when she should've been dead.  Don't get me wrong, I love Anne.  She was my favorite person in the movie.  And I get why she was there.  But still.  You're not part of the song.

Enough of that.

Here is MY version of One Day More.  It's...fine.  =)  The difference between my cover and other covers is that I don't use an orchestra track in the background.  All the tracks are me!  That might not necessarily be a good thing, but it's a different thing.  I had to wuss out and use viola because I couldn't keep smooth slurred sixteenth notes at the beginning on cello.  I added piano because...what the heck, I already threw viola in there.

My computer program really struggled with all the parts, however.  There were a lot of tracks to mix in there.  So it's not the greatest quality, but hey...I do what I can with what I have :D

Monday, August 12, 2013

Happy Birthday Dad!



It's my dad's 82nd birthday today!

Yes, I said 82nd.

We went to Sakanaya in Fresno to celebrate.  My mom and dad had Chirashizushi (sashimi on top of rice) and I had the very American beef teriyaki.  To be fair, I also had a Three Amigos Roll.  Tuna, yellow tail, and salmon; my 3 favorite!












My parents also had green tea ice cream for dessert, and the waiters and waitresses sang and clapped for my dad.  When they were done, my dad said, "You know, I'm a music teacher!"  Usually, that's not what you want to say to a bunch of people who just sang to you.  It's like announcing, "You know, I am judging you as you sing."  =)



















I had mochi ice cream.  Coffee, mango, and green tea.  They were super yummy, though surprisingly mango was my favorite.  Very refreshing.

Happy Birthday to all!

Monday, August 5, 2013

Beatles - Eleanor Rigby

When I think of The Beatles, I think of 3 main teaching moments.

1.) I introduced a Beatles Medley to a class that had always been very...antagonistic.  I got them as 6th graders, and for years they complained how they hated everything I picked out no matter what I picked out.  Of course, they hated everything in general and enjoyed complaining and being generally negative.  When I found the Beatles Medley for orchestra, I got super excited and handed it out.  I STILL remember that a cello player scoffed, and bitterly said, "The BEATLES?  Why are we playing this?  Nobody knows who The Beatles are!"  Let the educating begin.

I relayed this story to the audience the night we performed it.  When I quoted my student (anonymously), the audience booed.  When I said, "This is why we have music education," the response was cheering and applause.  My bitter cellist smiled at me, and I genially laughed at him.