Here is my life yesterday.
I Hung out with this professor from Dartmouth. He came as a guest lecturer. We hit it off by chatting about software we are both using and miscellaneous stuff like how Nine Inch Nails uses this obscure program that I do. When a lecturer visits we as students usually get the chance to have a private lesson with him. He was really informal and he and I and a few other people just hung out all afternoon. It never ceases to amaze me how students dont take advantage of this; the go to class, pass on the chance, claiming how busy they are: THESE THINGS ARE PRICELESS!! Anyway, I played a piece of mine. Then I played another one. He was really keen on my work and commented how the other two BYU alumni that studied under him in the last few years were, like me, very conscious of sound and layers blah. So we hung most of the day and I even got to eat dinner with the professors and him. I was the only student there!! I felt weird cause I asked a few questions to this visiting guy (Larry Polansky) which would lead to my feelings of disdain for the music program here. I just said what I thought. I guess Im at the point where I can do that.
So Larry put on a show and a lecture that evening and it was really interesting. He spoke about how composers are lucky if they have two or three ideas in their lifetime. His involves this thing called a mensural cannon he said he heard the word in a class and barely woke up long enough to let it sit in his mind. Basically it is a piece of music that starts with one voice/instrument that is joined by other voices in a sequential pattern kind of like singing Row Row Your Boat in a round (second voice starts at the beginning of the second repetition of the first voice). Instead of doing it in round fashion, the second voice starts at a certain point but sings faster than the first. The third and fourth are faster than the last. Basically what happens is all the voices are meant to end at the same time so the second, third and fourth modify to fit.
It looks like this: (ONLY BACKWARDS COS IT COMES OUT THAT WAY WHEN I TYPE IT HERE)
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Hes devoted 25 years to writing pieces in this style: very interesting to hear. He has ones for electric guitars, his daughter speaking, little blippy noises and one for a choir that is based on a Shaker text (hes obsessed with Shaker songs and culture) that this English choir decided to do. It is really hard to pull it off live, but the recording is soooo cool.
At the end of the night he said Dave, will you do me a favor? Will you take these off my hand so I dont have to pack them around? and proceeded to give me two of his CDs which had versions of that style of work. He also asked for a CD of my stuff earlier and I exchanged it for his stuff. I was really flattered. It was a good day so far.
Then I went to see the band Red Bennies for a brief moment cos the singer of the band invited me. My friend Darrell was there and so was that dumb girl Julie. Shes the 21 year old chump who called me after a day of hanging out and said can we be just phone friends for a while?. Yeah, I never called her back because I took it as a sign to get lost. So last night she is there with her roommate and they are being totally sarcastic and rude about everything because Darrell makes them uncomfortable. Whatever; dont displace your emotions onto someone elseme. I didnt really care to find out if she was being flat out rude or funny. At the end of the show I left and she pops in behind me at the door and says Jeez. Dont hold the door open or nothin; how rude. Again, I didnt care to know what was up so I left without saying anything. Then I got thinking and really wanted an explanation of what happened. I called her and we spoke a bit about it. She said that she didnt know what was up, but she felt uncomfortable when on that particular night that we hung out, her friend asked What are you doing Friday? and she answered Hanging with Dave. So she feels uncomfortable, cant figure out why and then decides to write me off. So I say, You know I wasnt hitting on you and we were just having a laugh, right? She says she knows. I ask WTF then? She keeps saying I dont know, Do you hate me?, Dont hate me, You can hate me if you want, I dont ever want someone to hate me. One thing she offered was she for a few minutes thought that maybe she was uncomfortable cause I am 32, divorced and have a baby. I dont have to tell you how I felt at that. I laid into her (in my own guilt-invoking silent way) and said that if she feels that then I dont think I need to talk to her anymore. She freaks out saying No, I dont think that. It was just this back and forth. She said it. She cant take that back. How fucking rude! I say So, you want to be friends who never hang out? and she responds I guess so. Do I have time for this? No. No. Hell, no. Finally, by the end she is apologizing to me and such, but I told her she needs to realize that if she makes a mess, she has to be ready to clean it up (*does touch-down dance*).
Goodbye Julie.
On another note, I finally learned the definition of felcher and chased it with felch queen. The former is anyone who licks semen out of an arse and the latter is a gay man turned on by fecal matter. I just might have to buy that slang dictionary; its proved its worth so far (I check definitions in it in the bookstore all the time)
I Hung out with this professor from Dartmouth. He came as a guest lecturer. We hit it off by chatting about software we are both using and miscellaneous stuff like how Nine Inch Nails uses this obscure program that I do. When a lecturer visits we as students usually get the chance to have a private lesson with him. He was really informal and he and I and a few other people just hung out all afternoon. It never ceases to amaze me how students dont take advantage of this; the go to class, pass on the chance, claiming how busy they are: THESE THINGS ARE PRICELESS!! Anyway, I played a piece of mine. Then I played another one. He was really keen on my work and commented how the other two BYU alumni that studied under him in the last few years were, like me, very conscious of sound and layers blah. So we hung most of the day and I even got to eat dinner with the professors and him. I was the only student there!! I felt weird cause I asked a few questions to this visiting guy (Larry Polansky) which would lead to my feelings of disdain for the music program here. I just said what I thought. I guess Im at the point where I can do that.
So Larry put on a show and a lecture that evening and it was really interesting. He spoke about how composers are lucky if they have two or three ideas in their lifetime. His involves this thing called a mensural cannon he said he heard the word in a class and barely woke up long enough to let it sit in his mind. Basically it is a piece of music that starts with one voice/instrument that is joined by other voices in a sequential pattern kind of like singing Row Row Your Boat in a round (second voice starts at the beginning of the second repetition of the first voice). Instead of doing it in round fashion, the second voice starts at a certain point but sings faster than the first. The third and fourth are faster than the last. Basically what happens is all the voices are meant to end at the same time so the second, third and fourth modify to fit.
It looks like this: (ONLY BACKWARDS COS IT COMES OUT THAT WAY WHEN I TYPE IT HERE)
11111111111111111
2222222222222
333333
444
Hes devoted 25 years to writing pieces in this style: very interesting to hear. He has ones for electric guitars, his daughter speaking, little blippy noises and one for a choir that is based on a Shaker text (hes obsessed with Shaker songs and culture) that this English choir decided to do. It is really hard to pull it off live, but the recording is soooo cool.
At the end of the night he said Dave, will you do me a favor? Will you take these off my hand so I dont have to pack them around? and proceeded to give me two of his CDs which had versions of that style of work. He also asked for a CD of my stuff earlier and I exchanged it for his stuff. I was really flattered. It was a good day so far.
Then I went to see the band Red Bennies for a brief moment cos the singer of the band invited me. My friend Darrell was there and so was that dumb girl Julie. Shes the 21 year old chump who called me after a day of hanging out and said can we be just phone friends for a while?. Yeah, I never called her back because I took it as a sign to get lost. So last night she is there with her roommate and they are being totally sarcastic and rude about everything because Darrell makes them uncomfortable. Whatever; dont displace your emotions onto someone elseme. I didnt really care to find out if she was being flat out rude or funny. At the end of the show I left and she pops in behind me at the door and says Jeez. Dont hold the door open or nothin; how rude. Again, I didnt care to know what was up so I left without saying anything. Then I got thinking and really wanted an explanation of what happened. I called her and we spoke a bit about it. She said that she didnt know what was up, but she felt uncomfortable when on that particular night that we hung out, her friend asked What are you doing Friday? and she answered Hanging with Dave. So she feels uncomfortable, cant figure out why and then decides to write me off. So I say, You know I wasnt hitting on you and we were just having a laugh, right? She says she knows. I ask WTF then? She keeps saying I dont know, Do you hate me?, Dont hate me, You can hate me if you want, I dont ever want someone to hate me. One thing she offered was she for a few minutes thought that maybe she was uncomfortable cause I am 32, divorced and have a baby. I dont have to tell you how I felt at that. I laid into her (in my own guilt-invoking silent way) and said that if she feels that then I dont think I need to talk to her anymore. She freaks out saying No, I dont think that. It was just this back and forth. She said it. She cant take that back. How fucking rude! I say So, you want to be friends who never hang out? and she responds I guess so. Do I have time for this? No. No. Hell, no. Finally, by the end she is apologizing to me and such, but I told her she needs to realize that if she makes a mess, she has to be ready to clean it up (*does touch-down dance*).
Goodbye Julie.
On another note, I finally learned the definition of felcher and chased it with felch queen. The former is anyone who licks semen out of an arse and the latter is a gay man turned on by fecal matter. I just might have to buy that slang dictionary; its proved its worth so far (I check definitions in it in the bookstore all the time)
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As far as Julie goes? Victory is yours. 606 - 1, Julie 0. You don't need little 32 yr old infants in your life. That would be much too exhausting. (By the way, the touch-down dance was entirely appropriate and summed up the whole thing very well).
Nothing like good sex slang.. you never know when you may have to whip that out at a cocktail party... oh no, I've said too much....