Greetings earthlings. Or, at least, that is what I am assuming you are. Or, what you would be if there was actually someone reading this. But whatever. This is your friendly neighbourhood sarcastic-poet-alien-person reporting for duty.

Today was pretty okay. Got up at half past 7 or something and went to some or other church bazaar. Bought a nice reddish vase (to match my turqoise one), a cute little teddy bear with binoculars (that I just couldnt resist. Call me immature if you like), about twenty little wooden birds (since my grandpa used to be pastor there, my sis and I get benefits And if someone offers you twenty free little wooden birds, you dont complain and just take them, wave and smile. lol. I’m thinking about using them to make one of those hanging thingies. Or mayb hang a load of string from a stick and put them, some beads and other cool odds and ends on it. Or something) and a packet of zoo cookies. I simply adore zoo cookies. They have little animals and tons of icing on top(hey, call me immature again if you like. I cant help the fact that I love them. Let’s see you resist the power of zoo cookies once you’ve had one).

Then I went to gp play at some or other music festival. First, I played my most favourite piece in the whole world. I kinda messed up at some of the chords and some of the notes and I fully expected to be getting gold. I would’ve been quite happy with gold, as a matter of fact. Then, the woman starts calling up everyone, but not me. I’m thinking “They probably just haven’t finished mine yet” (they normally hand out according to how well you did with the item winner last). Then, she finally calls me. And I am item winner. I was so amazed. I had mentally been rehearsing what I was going to tell my music teacher when I got a silver.

I play out of this huge, ancient book that is practically falling apart (trust me, in better condition than last year’s book though. Last year’s didn’t even had a cover… and it was kinda stained for some reason… and my music teacher used to love writing in it… you get the idea) and the judge-lady started teasing me about how big my good ‘ole book was, saying that it was a potential murder weapon… hit someone with it once and they don’t get up again.
/me grins
She seems to like me. She called all the other by their names, but for me, she just asked who the huge book belonged to. lol.

Then I played my jazz. Now, my favourite classic music styles are jazz and those sad ones that remind you of water and nighttime and rain (like the first one. That one is called The Song of the Gondolier). And I adore this piece too. I was playing last. I walked up, did my little half-bow thing that mainly involved me getting my hair all in my face and went to sit down. Then I started playing.
When you’re up there and you’re waiting to start, you mentally go through everything you have to remember and pay attention too. Because once you start going, there’s no stopping. Even if the world ends, the show must go on (quite literally). No stopping, no thinking, barely breathing. Just trusting your fingers completely to know where they are supposed to be and what they’re supposed to do. That rush it gives you to just give over to the music is quite addictive. And it suddenly gets very hot up there.
The fact that I was wearing a hoodie, was kinda nervous and that there was a huge hot light aimed at me didn’t help at all. lol Oh well, at least I didn’t have frozen fingers like I usually have when I play.
So anyway, I started playing. I start out quite calm (but with crazy rythm all the way through. Of course, the crazy rythm and beats is the reason I play and enjoy it : P ) and then it got more heated. Quite close to the end, there are these sets of chords that come one after another for a good five bars long that you have to play at fff. And fff is really really loud. f means loud (it stands for forte which means strong). ff stands for fortissimo which means really loud. And then there’s fff. I havent ever played a piece with that in it before this one, so I have no idea what the actual word is. But it means strong * 3 at any rate. So there I was, hammering out these chords and counting in my head to keep the rythm right, knowing that one wrong count messes up the whole piece and still trying to give it just the right swing. And, just then, my fingers decide to lose it. I carried on playing (even though a good three of the chords ended up being false : P) and when the last chord came and I was still playing wrong, I stopped, said “Damn” and then carried on playing right this time. lol.
When you’re up there, time and volume lose all proportion, so I have no idea how long I stopped. Whether it was half of a split second or a good two seconds, I dont know. I have no idea how loudly I was cursing either. lol. I think they saw me frown, look at my fingers as though they weren’t working with me and say something under my breath. Luckily, the person judging barely looked up for any of the others, so the chance that she saw that was quite small.
I must have been quite funny to the other people. I was just so calm, amazingly. I just knew that I had it in me to do this properly and probably looked quite perplexed at why my fingers weren’t playing the right notes. And, of course, the whole little cursing thing in the middle of my piece definitely added some colour to my performance
Hey, that way life never gets boring. I’m pretty sure no-one was sleeping during my performance (they were too busy cracking up : P).
They stopped laughing when I got the item winner again though. With an A++ (I got A+ for the last one). She only gave out two A double plusses the whole day long. One to some absolutely brilliant guitarist girl in matric and one to me. She first gave a little lecture about how difficult the piece was. Then she told me that I am very talented and am very good at playing off-beats (they are my joy in life when it comes to jazz) and that I should just go practice my notes a tad more. lol. And this time she didn’t mention that my book could be used as a murder weapon (it was a different one, thankfully).
/me grins

And I am not bragging. I only know that no-one is reading this. Else there is no way this would be here. In that case, you would have gotten a quick run-down of what I bought today and gotten told that I played at the festival, with no mentioning what I got. People already think I’m a weird and crazy enough freak without me telling them things like this. Maybe not everyone, but still. I generally try to lie low. It’s a whole lot safer. And easier, I guess.
I find it absolutely hilarious, the whole stopping and damning stuff in the middle thing. But whatever.

I really have to study. And do some homework. And piano. But whatever. For now, I am blogging. So suck all that.

I am totally hopeless lately. Everything I see reminds me of him. Everything I do. Everything I think I will somehow be able to relate to him.
/me smiles to herself about something that she has no intention of posting the contents about.
/me smiles again and hugs herself

Bye for now all my little earthlings. The sarcastic-poet-alien-person will be back tomorrow, same place and (probably) same time, so stay tuned. Or go do something useful. Since it’s a whole day away.

~ by cravingoxygen on August 30, 2008.