Ok, Music students let's chat.
I KNOW that your life is stressful!
I KNOW that you son't have enough time to do everything you need to do and everything you want to do in a day.
I KNOW that you are probably crazy addicted to caffeine right now, it's your lifeline.
I KNOW that you consider putting on real pants "dressing up" at this point.
I KNOW that you probably haven't gotten a full eight hours of sleep yet this week.
I KNOW that it's hard!
But you should know that it's hard for the rest of us too! And when we walk into the student lounge to relax and study (Yeah yeah I know, go to the library. Well the library is full of a bunch of noisy second year grad students talking shit about everything and everyone behind their backs and the lounge is a really nice place. Get over it. This isn't about me anyway.) we want to have a place to sit.
The couches in the student lounge ARE NOT YOUR BED!
If you really must sleep... floor.
There are hidden rooms and nooks and cranny's all over this building! Find one.
Next time I walk into the student lounge, and my feet hurt from heels, and I just had a slightly disappointing lesson, and I'm starving, and you're sleeping one of the couches so I have to go sit next to the super annoying undergrads (What are they? Music Majors? Jazz Majors? Musical Theatre Majors? Annoy the Shit Out Of Me Majors? Kids who look like they should be working at the makeup counter?), I swear to the statue of little bitty child Mozart standing in the corner...
I will sit on you.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
The Obligatory Introduction
Let's talk about blogging. Blogs are for whiney emo girls who want to talk about their feelings because no one will actually listen to them and measure their self-worth on the number of followers and comments their blog has. Oh and for AWESOME BADASS GIRLS LIKE US WHO HAVE AWESOME SHIT TO SAY!!! Because that's what we are. Awesome, badass girls who are also musicians and we have AWESOME shit to say.
We aren't mommy bloggers who are going to post endless pictures of what our children are doing, which, coincidentally, practically EVERY child does while growing up. We aren't wanna be comedians who are really bald men in our 30s who live in our mom's basement. We aren't crafty-ass bitches who can turn a few rubber bands into completely adorable sandals. And we DEFINITELY aren't dieticians, scientists, or psychiatrists who are going to tell you how to live a happier, healthier life. We are only experts in 2 things: Music and being FREAKING AWESOME. However, these aren't two things that usually mix.
So not only are we going to talk about the mixture of the two, but specifically, awesomeness and dealing with it as a musician. Things that every woman needs to know in her life. A "Guide to Being a Woman." You could even call it some sort of "Code for Girls" if you would.. but we won't - because we're pretty sure if you switch those words around you get a title that is trademarked by a show on MTV that we are both ridiculously addicted to (and should be on).
We've both had successes and failures in all things in life. Dating, schooling, work, everything. Varying degrees of success and failure in both allowing you to get multiple perspectives. And we firmly believe if you can't learn from your own failures, at least learn from the [slightly comedic] failures of others!!
Oh, and in case you're wondering about the name, one of the most embarrassing things about being a musician is being friends or (God Forbid!) dating a musician who can't count. Do you know how hard counting is for a musician. It's not. You just need to count to four. That's not even a whole hand!! The key signature is in 6/8? Divide counting. ONE two three TWO two three. 7/8? ONE two TWO two THREE two three. Teaira Here! Thank GOD I am not an instrumentalist and I don't ever have to encounter this shit. I mean, I can, I just hate it. Still not getting above four. And, worse comes to worse, you have a conductor who's job it is to stand up front, wave a stick, and HELP YOU COUNT!! And, most importantly, if a composer writes in a key signature crazy enough to make you count above four, they're a jerk. So, really people, For God's Sake, COUNT (and follow this blog.... because we do SLIGHTLY measure our self-worth on that)!!!
P.S. There is a really fun, charming story about the name of this blog... if you want to hear it, you need only ask!
We aren't mommy bloggers who are going to post endless pictures of what our children are doing, which, coincidentally, practically EVERY child does while growing up. We aren't wanna be comedians who are really bald men in our 30s who live in our mom's basement. We aren't crafty-ass bitches who can turn a few rubber bands into completely adorable sandals. And we DEFINITELY aren't dieticians, scientists, or psychiatrists who are going to tell you how to live a happier, healthier life. We are only experts in 2 things: Music and being FREAKING AWESOME. However, these aren't two things that usually mix.
So not only are we going to talk about the mixture of the two, but specifically, awesomeness and dealing with it as a musician. Things that every woman needs to know in her life. A "Guide to Being a Woman." You could even call it some sort of "Code for Girls" if you would.. but we won't - because we're pretty sure if you switch those words around you get a title that is trademarked by a show on MTV that we are both ridiculously addicted to (and should be on).
We've both had successes and failures in all things in life. Dating, schooling, work, everything. Varying degrees of success and failure in both allowing you to get multiple perspectives. And we firmly believe if you can't learn from your own failures, at least learn from the [slightly comedic] failures of others!!
Oh, and in case you're wondering about the name, one of the most embarrassing things about being a musician is being friends or (God Forbid!) dating a musician who can't count. Do you know how hard counting is for a musician. It's not. You just need to count to four. That's not even a whole hand!! The key signature is in 6/8? Divide counting. ONE two three TWO two three. 7/8? ONE two TWO two THREE two three. Teaira Here! Thank GOD I am not an instrumentalist and I don't ever have to encounter this shit. I mean, I can, I just hate it. Still not getting above four. And, worse comes to worse, you have a conductor who's job it is to stand up front, wave a stick, and HELP YOU COUNT!! And, most importantly, if a composer writes in a key signature crazy enough to make you count above four, they're a jerk. So, really people, For God's Sake, COUNT (and follow this blog.... because we do SLIGHTLY measure our self-worth on that)!!!
P.S. There is a really fun, charming story about the name of this blog... if you want to hear it, you need only ask!
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