Occasionally, I begin to think I might be good at something.
Then I am promptly corrected by a variety of sources.
get your head in the game
things your friends will say if you’ve made a good pun:
- get out
- fuck you
- shut the fuck up
- oh my god why
- you need to stop
- you’re not funny
- that was terrible
How I felt on this wonderful first day of classes!
One of my favorite TA’s wrote this piece, and my other favorite TA wrote the description of it (below). It’s really freaking awesome, errbody should listen to it. :D
As a grad student at the University of Maryland’s School of Music, I get the chance to work with and meet some incredibly cool people. One such person is Lexi Tavani Bryant. She’s a composition DMA student who is just a phenomenally friendly person to be around, and who is totally beloved by her students.
Her husband is one of the violinists of the Aeolus Quartet, our graduate string quartet in residence. In March, I wrote some program notes for the Quartet’s performance of the Ravel quartet (among other pieces on a program). They liked them, and have asked me to write some more notes (yay!).
But emailing with them reminded me that I wanted to check out their albums on Spotify. And then I remembered that one of their album’s had one of Lexi’s works on it. And that’s what you’ve got in that Spotify player there.
It’s absolutely amazing, and I’m totally enchanted by it. But even more so, this is the first time that a pretty obvious fact has hit me: the people I work with at UMD are professional-caliber musicians who are doing absolutely incredible things. It’s neat to write about music, especially the pieces that I love and write about. But these folks? They’re out there making music. In Lexi’s case, that’s literally making music.
I just… I’m blown away by how skilled these people that I just know and am friendly with are. Give the piece a listen, then give the whole album a listen. I also really like “Appalachian Polaroids” on there.
Reblogging this because I listened to it again last week and it’s still amazing. Give it a listen
I think I’ll call it, “You’re a Cunt.”
I fucking hate birthdays.
I am so, so sorry. I’ll never do it again, promise. Will it make up for it if I take you to ihop? Please pass this along to Liver, too.
SUSPICIOUS QUOTATION MARKS EVERYWHERE.