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York College Community Orchestra
Apr. 5th, 2005 08:39 pmWell, the concert is over. It wasn't a complete failure, we began all of the pieces together, and we (mainly) ended them together. There were some very unpleasant bits in the middle, but only a little bit worse than I expected. The attention of timpani tonight was a huge step up from the dress rehearsal; Matt rocks. The only shame with the added percussion is that it showed how much the principal flutist has been cheating the tempo to make it through her runs.
The intonation was a disaster, as usual. The strings really should have arrived around 6:00 to start tuning, so that they would be something remotely similar to the same pitch. However, I will give it to the strings, they were at least all on time. Steve showed up after 7:00 PM, and it took him forever to get his junk together.
After the concert, I helped pack up the chairs and music stands. There were only about 2-3 other people helping, and I just couldn't bear to watch Colleen do all of the chairs by herself. After 90% of everything is put away, I walk off to pack up my trumpet. I come out, after being accosted by Linda, to discover Mel still standing in the middle of the stage gibbering with his family.
So, I shouted, as I walked away: "Thanks for helping strike, Mel!"
To which Linda replies: "Oh, well he *never* strikes!" with a holier than thou expression.
I take a few steps, turn around, and say "Well, actually, he *promised* to help."
At no point during this exchange did Mel acknowledge me, he was too busy talking to Daddy. Fuck you golden boy, I have more professionalism in my pinky toe than you have in your entire repetoire. So perhaps you should lay off all of the kind folks who've been indulging you because they are more professional than I am.
At least Linda knows that I'm pissed. Prey should know when it's prey.
The intonation was a disaster, as usual. The strings really should have arrived around 6:00 to start tuning, so that they would be something remotely similar to the same pitch. However, I will give it to the strings, they were at least all on time. Steve showed up after 7:00 PM, and it took him forever to get his junk together.
After the concert, I helped pack up the chairs and music stands. There were only about 2-3 other people helping, and I just couldn't bear to watch Colleen do all of the chairs by herself. After 90% of everything is put away, I walk off to pack up my trumpet. I come out, after being accosted by Linda, to discover Mel still standing in the middle of the stage gibbering with his family.
So, I shouted, as I walked away: "Thanks for helping strike, Mel!"
To which Linda replies: "Oh, well he *never* strikes!" with a holier than thou expression.
I take a few steps, turn around, and say "Well, actually, he *promised* to help."
At no point during this exchange did Mel acknowledge me, he was too busy talking to Daddy. Fuck you golden boy, I have more professionalism in my pinky toe than you have in your entire repetoire. So perhaps you should lay off all of the kind folks who've been indulging you because they are more professional than I am.
At least Linda knows that I'm pissed. Prey should know when it's prey.
