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February 17, 2009

Lake Tahoe

is where we went over the weekend for not skiing. Skiing was the original plan, but two days before we left I came down with a nasty cold. My voice has been completely shot for the past couple days.

Instead of skiing, on Sunday we drove right on to Reno and unpacked in Peppermill. We went to the sushi bar somewhere between Circus Circus and Elderado (while we were waiting for seats I won a fish plushie at the cork-gun stall), then went back to our hotel, where Tansen and I lolled around watching TV.

Monday was great. We stayed in a Hyatt on the shore of Lake Tahoe. The lobby and gift shop had this really nice sort of Native American theme, and the rooms were really comfortable too. It had been really misty, so even though we were right by the lake, we couldn’t really see anything. Food was great, waiters/waitresses were very friendly. If I hadn’t been constantly coughing up the contents of my throat then it would have been a very peaceful, relaxing stay. Except for my history homework.

I also got to swim while it was snowing, which was really fun. Big contrast between the hot tub and the air above the hot tub. The pools were warm, but no one wanted to pop out or keep their head above water for too long. The snow on the ground was barely three or four feet away.

Hee. ::sticks out tongue::

February 8, 2009

CMEA/Downtown Restuarant Weekend '09 (WHOOO! ALBANY SCIENCE BOWL!)

CMEA: Saturday

  • Alarm went off around 11. Lolled around in bed for 10 minutes or so (for me, 11 on a Saturday is pretty early) before getting out of band to get dressed.
  • Stuffed a very fast early-lunch down my throat, figured I didn’t have to be at school right at 11:45, spent a few more minutes eating. Wasn’t planning to have food again until after 3.
  • Out the door by 11:45.
  • Got to school comparatively early again. Walking to school this year wasn’t as fun. Last year we had to be at school by 7, and at 6:45 on a winter morning, the streets are dead quiet and it’s awesome.
  • Band members are in cars and on their ways around 7:10.
  • Arrive about 40-50 minutes later. Spent a few minutes wandering around the SF School of the Arts campus looking for our classmates.
  • Bought cookies. Claire owes me a dollar.
  • Found out CMEA accidentally swapped our time slot with Jazz Band’s. Also found out the middle school pulled out because their teacher was both pregnant and recovering from a surgery?? Eep.
  • Watched one high school’s performance, then left to go into the warm-up room.
  • The high school coming off the stage wished us good luck as we went on. They were nice people. Had a momentary scare with the bass amp, which wouldn’t turn on. The tech guys didn’t know what was wrong with it. Mr. Bryant helped us find the power button.
  • Stolen Moments: E. I DON’T LIKE THEIR VIBRAPHONE. The mute bar shoves the keys up, which is annoying, and the notes don’t ring at ALL. Whereas our vibes (<3) rings for a quarter note length, every whack on this set was like a staccato. The song rushed a little bit. Ziyad’s solo was amazing.
  • Little Darlin’: S Ziyad and I spent the time backstage being scared of the buzzing sound set. He also mentioned that he quoted my Four solo - I, being oblivious when nervous, didn’t notice.
  • The Way You Look Tonight: S Back to the pushy vibes. My part in this song was extremely boring. The sax section didn’t play their soli blind this time.
  • Sightreading: S This was the part I was nervous about - having not played the piano in one of our performance songs this year, I ended up doing the sight-reading. Mr. Bryant picked Harlem Nocturne, which was fun to play and easier than I had anticipated. I TOTALLY KNEW THAT THE FIRST MEASURE WAS A DRUM FILL. Had a brain fart while Mr. Bryant was counting off - for some reason I thought it was already the second count, so I played a measure early and played it wrong. Hee.
  • The examiner really liked it. He didn’t mention anything about my early entrance (Mr. Bryant gave me the *AHEMwinkwink* look.) The horns were really great. The examiner did, however, mention that he might have to dock for our three trombones all wearing different ties. I said it was for variety. He said he’d buy that.
  • The examiner also mentioned that sight-reading was a simulation of a professional studio recording situation, and that we should pretend like we were being paid $50 an hour to be there. Rafey(?) suggested he should give us all a dollar. I mentioned that we also accepted cookies.
  • Band photos, both professional and silly.
  • Couldn’t stick around to see Jazz Band, had to go home to practice for my lesson. Went home in Aidan’s car and forgot my tie with Jesse.

Downtown Restaurant: Saturday

  • Alarm went off around 8:50 - lolled around in bed for about 15 minutes before deciding that I should get going. Got dressed for band again, ate a minimal breakfast while listening to Tansen’s alarm go untouched.
  • Sped through my song’s chorus a few times before leaving (crammed last night for it). Out the door and heading to Corwin’s house by 9:20-ish.
  • Tom was already there when I arrived. Corwin had already finished teaching the math formulas. Ah well, I probably should have gotten up earlier.
  • Went through a couple of the previous AMC tests before settling down on one to discuss the problems. Reviewed those and a few geometric formulas before I had to leave for BART.
  • 11:20-ish. I had a fun time trying to guess where BART was in relation to Corwin’s house, despite having checked on GoogleMaps earlier, and used Albany Hill as a landmark with one eye on my watch.
  • Walked into Downtown Restaurant at 11:50. The middle school jazz band was standing up to their applause. Walked into the back room to dump my stuff, then jumped back out to say hi to Mom, Sim, and my piano teacher while our Jazz Lab combo got set up.
  • They were amazing. I still have their first song stuck in my head, but I don’t know the name.
  • We played Moanin’ first. For a song we’d never really worked on that much, it turned out pretty well. I had a momentary brain-lapse (multiple times), but I didn’t crash the comping during the solo section. I did, however, repeat one too many times.
  • Played the CMEA songs, this time without the vibes.
  • Woohoo!
  • Listened to Vocal Flight’s first song, ran to Tapioca Express during their second, and back by the end of their third song. A nice change of pace from all that jazz. :) TapEx got my order wrong - I ordered a large passion fruit Italian Soda with small boba, and they gave me a small soda with large boba - but I didn’t really care enough to go back in a get my quarter back.
  • The Jazz Band combo was unbelievably awesome, with two members from last year and four new. Karl is an amazing writer.
  • I’d just realized I had a LOT of homework waiting for me at home, so we left during the transition to Jazz Band. Phooey. ):

Whee.


HECK YES! Oddly enough, Science Bowl was almost an exact parallel of Wondercup - first and third place (minus the other three teams in Wondercup). Awesome job, guys!

Sucks that CMEA Jazz had to be on the same day though. :/ Now let’s hope that neither sciences nor music have to take a hit because of the budget cuts.

February 6, 2009

budget cut meeting

Uh… >_> To make it short, the whole advisory meeting turned upside down for me. Thought I could hold the fort down, then surprised myself by breaking into tears. During my speech. On film.

Our school is facing a $2.2 million budget crisis right now, and classes are on the verge of being cut left and right. Our band director handed out advisory classes so we could come to the open discussion meeting, and said that nothing would make him happier than if all 200 or so of us showed up at the meeting to advocate for the music program.

The result was that so many students spoke up on behalf of band that finally Calvin raised his hand and said:

“Would everyone who came here to advocate for the music program please raise their hand?” ::90% of the filled theater raises hand, followed by cheering:: “I rest my case.”

I have a lot of things to say about music, and for two nights I’ve been cobbling it all together into a half-coherent 1-minute speech. This was what I ended with, except to cut it down to a minute I started from the second half.

I still can’t believe I cried. I hate it when my voice starts wavering while I’m talking, because it means I’m past the point where I can stop myself. This is the first time it’s happened during a speech, and it started around sentence #2.

I read somewhere that public speaking is a person’s worst fear 90% of the time or something, and I believe it. I’ve always been terrified by it - you know, that feeling where your pulse is going nuts and your hands are shaking and everything. For me, it was always like that up until 8th grade, when I really noticed the impact that band was having on me. I’d been playing with all these classmates who were amazing musicians, and at one point I finally realized that their playing was rubbing off on me. I started taking a lot more risks, playing solos, trying out some new stuff that didn’t always work. But when it does, it’s just the most satisfying feeling in the world.

Music is always under risk of being cut. And I’m just speaking from personal experience here - all the people who told me that band is just for the college apps couldn’t be more wrong. Jazz Lab has always been my most intense and challenging class, because it’s not like anything you do in a classroom. Every member of a band needs to have to have the determination and self-discipline to practice their part, and then come to class and be able to work together. And not just that, a musician needs to have the confidence to do something new, and if not the confidence then the courage to try it. That’s something I never learned in a classroom, it’s something I got from music. I’ve always been scared of public speaking, but that’s not something that stops me anymore, because in a band that’s exactly what you do. Whether I’ve been playing music with these people since 7th grade jazz, or whether we just met this year, they’re all supportive. When you play in a band, you make yourself vulnerable to your classmates, and that’s something you have to learn in life or else end up never taking a risk.

And I can’t imagine Albany without the people who do that, you know? Taking away music would be denying us something that makes us unique.

Well, whether or not recovered from my surprise breakdown attack, I have to pull myself together. With CMEA on Saturday and Downtown Restaurant on Sunday, I’ll be seeing the same people who were at that meeting all weekend. All I’m hoping for right now is that somehow I can come through for them.

February 4, 2009

And we're officially online.

Esthetique on Etsy!

Still in progress. Finding my away around all the policies and stuff takes a little time.

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