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We are Shallow Musicians, and Appearance is all that Matters

 

It does exist.  Believe me.  And it gets even stranger.

Being a music major, I have very little time to have a real job, so I have thus settled into to job of “choral librarian.”  This job entails going through very old, and some very odd peices of music.  I have come accross such classics and “The Aria of Life” and “Life is Like a Bowl of Cherries” (which even after reading the text, we still couldn’t quite figure out how life is like a bowl of cherries.  Oh well!  It’s the berries!).  I feel like buring my hands every day after work, for I have no idea how old some of that music is and where it’s been.

Of course, i really do have a point to this post — a specific thing I would like to rant about that has little to do with actual music.  It’s ROMAN NUMERALS.  Specifically, music publishers who write the music’s copyright date in them.  Part of my job is cataloguing all of the music currently in the possession of the Southern Utah University choral department, which includes the copyright date and publisher.  I have gotten through approximately 180 pieces of music thus far, and about half of them I will have to go through later and translate the roman numerals to actual numbers to make the database look nice.

My question is, why do they do it?  It uses up more space, more ink, and more brain power.  Shawnee Music Inc. and Carl Fischer publishers are the worst culprits that immediately come to mind, which is odd because some of the oddest pieces of music I’ve found have come from them.  Perhaps they just want to improve the overall look of the music by making it look “more smart” with fancy roman numerals.

Oh well.  All in all, I don’t look forward to the task.  And 180 peices of music databased, and I still have half the wall, another wall, and another entire room to catalogue.

And I’ve never been so excited about boxes — We recently bought a bunch of boxes to store all the choir music in instead of icky folders that the music falls out of anyway.  They’re Pretty.

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What Not to Do with My Free Time

I seem to have a lot of free time.

Well, actually, I don’t.  I have very little of that.  Between school, work (choral library), homework, practicing, and watching the stranges movies I can find with my boyfriend, I have very little time to just myself.  But it seems like I have too much of it, which is why I am at such a crossroads about how exactly I feel about the whole free time thing.

I suppose I find it such a confusing thing because when I get it, it’s quite a profound thing and quite frankly, I have no idea what to do with myself.  Although, I seem not to have a huge problem with it late at night when I should be sleeping, as I seem to watch the most YouTube between the hours of 10 and 12 PM.  In fact, I have now watched the entire season 2 of “Shear Genius” on YouTube, and I am entirely caught up on this season’s “Project Runway.”

It is in this situation I find myself right now.  I have many options, but instead sit here on my computer and write about my options instead of actually acting on them.

I could clean my room.  It has turned into a graveyard of old junk mail and remains of the boxes all of my textbooks came in, as well as shoes and a box of Oreos.

I could fix my bike, which has decided that it and the chain are not good friends anymore.

I could work on an essay that isn’t due for another few weeks about Ralph Vaughan Williams, which is actually pronounced “Raif” Vaughan Williams, which I did not know until I mentioned the name to Tyler, naively pronouncing it “Ralph,” to which he smugly replied,”It’s actually pronounce ‘raif’ Vaughan Williams.  He’s a VERY famous composer.” (quotation should be reproduced with a snooty accent, upturned nose, and a raised pinky for the full effect).  But I suppose I’m very grateful for the correction, as the report is not only a written report, it is also an oral report, and my internet sources, nor anywhere else, tells you how exactly it’s pronounced, I guess it’s just one of those common knowledge things that everyone supposes everyone should know.  Go figure.

Or I could be playing my roommate’s new Wii.  She got two games, Metroid Prime and Super Smash Brothers.  I feel bad for her boyfriend though, all she does when he comes over is play Metroid Prime, and he just gets to sit there and watch.  He claims he enjoys it, and I guess I understand.  That’s the reason I’ve never beaten a video game before because I would spend hours just watching my brothers beat games, so I never felt it necessary to beat them myself when I could just watch the ending sequences when they got through with their games.

Or I could sit here and refresh my facebook page for the next hour like I’ve been doing for the past hour.

That’s always fun.

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My Humdrum Week One

(I Just have to mention that the title for this post does, in fact, rhyme.)

Wednesday, day three of my second year in the SUU music department, and I’m already ready for a break.  To say the least, week one has been anything but humdrum.  The past week has been one filled with much cleaning, decorating, anime, walking, cycling, sitting, larding, eating, watching, waiting, business, confusion, conflict, resolution, joy, fun, frustration, relaxation, but above all, stress.  And that was just one example of the countless lists I have created these past two weeks as I have been in the process of moving into my apartment and starting school again.  The first many pages of my new planner, which was on a “to be bought” list prior to my acquisition of it, are filled with lists of books, school supplies, groceries, and things I forgot to bring from home, such as the power cord to my all-important printer.

On the bright side, I do look forward to the eventual certainty that things WILL slip back into the wonderful, organized, chaotic routine that is my existence in the SUU music department.

Anyway, I suppose that’s enough about that.  There are more pressing matters at hand that are in dire need of my one-sided discussion, such as the 1989 anime movie, Kiki’s Delivery Service.  I happenstanced upon this wonderful film from my late childhood (I did not discover it until I was about 10 or 11) this past week while waiting for the boyf to find another movie, whilst I scanned the special interest shelves.  To my surprise, this Texas boy also remembered the movie from his younger years, and we agreed to rent it at a later date and watch with childlike anticipation.  Which we did, and it was exceptionally fabulous, in that weird sort of kids’ anime fashion.  Click the link to learn more about the film.

In contrast, we later decided to keep up with my renewed love of anime movies and watch the bloody and bizarre 1997 film, Princess Mononoke.  I must admit, there is a rather large contrast between the two.  Kiki is a lovable (albeit, slightly bi-polar) 13-year-old witch out to make it on her own, which of course would never be possible in America due to the implementation of child labor laws many many years prior to the release of the film.  The young witch is equipped with little more than Jiji the cat and an old broomstick, which is her primary mode of transportation until the fateful day when she loses faith in herself, and along with it, her ability to fly!  Alas, she regains faith, and is able to save the day when her talents are needed.  On the other hand, of course, is the wonderful San, the heroine of, of course, Princess Mononoke.  She is equipped with three rather large wolves, of which constantly reminded me of the life-encompassing Twilight series, a dagger that glints whenever given the chance, some SWEET jewelry, and a running speed only possible in Asian films.  Kiki, of course, could never live up to those kind of expectations, and Jiji’s strength pales in comparison to the monstrous power of the wolf-gods that Mononoke was raised with.

Of course, in a fight, Kiki would totally win.

She can fly.

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