It is a good thing I have some emergency pictures on reserve for just such an occasion. As you may or may not know, I live with three roommates in a 2-bedroom apartment, and the girl with whom I share my bedroom also grew up in Calgary. She is a big Star Wars fan and has all sorts of knick-knacks which I find absolutely delightful (if this bores you, I'll withhold an apology - it's not supposed to be an interesting life and times).
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| This isn't Star Wars, but I still find it funny |
And then there's my other roommate who REALLY likes eggs.
He likes singing too.
And then there's me and all of my weird stuff.
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| The space book I was telling you about |
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| Janet, this was great - thanks for the loan!! |
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| The American kind isn't as good. |
Yesterday my quartet had an awesome coaching with Stefan Hersh, Paul's son. We had some good laughs over "pulling a Nick". Nick is a phenomenal musician and really smart, and I'm glad he's in our group, but like many intelligent people he spends a lot of time in his head and tends to space out from time to time, and then he doesn't know what measure we're starting at. So whenever someone spaces out and has to ask "Wait, where are we starting? What bar?" we call that "pulling a Nick".
Today I went to a chamber music party at a friend's house. We read through a bunch of different music. There were many people at the party, and not all of them were musicians. My friend, the host, has a LOT of friends, some of them big muscular guys with tattoos, and they were standing around drinking beer and laughing and listening to us play. We read the first movement of Beethoven quartet op 18 no 4, an intense and dramatic movement in c minor, and when we were done, all the tough muscular tattooed guys applauded and cheered and hollered. I enjoy the dichotomy of this experience. Sometimes it happens when we are busking too.
Here's hoping I can fix the camera soon.
- Antisocial Violinist
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