"Llewellyn + Soloists + Premiere + TYP: What More Could One Want?"
Maybe to not have had my audition score fucked up and therefore been stuck for eight months in your shoddy Tuesday-night "orchestra."
Thanks a bunch, Mr. Partridge. I sort of want to burn your newsletter.
Anonymous
03:50:00 PM
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Do it. Do it do it do it do it.
And this from a militantly non-pyro person. BURN THE NEWSLETTER, you know you want to.
I'm also stuck in that shoddy Tuesday-night "orchestra" because my audition score messed up.
Thank you for sharing my beliefs.
P.S.- Burn it. Really. You feel your anger slowly melting away...
Really, anonymous? What instrument?
(Five bucks says it's a wind one; brass and woodwinds got screwed this year. I know of at least two or three others who should not be sitting through "It's About Time," conducted by Walrus Woman.)
(Not that really anyone deserves that fate, but, y'know.)
Actually, I'm one of them strings. But still, when I listen to the other people in my section, I can't help but think that they're really not that good. At least, I'm confident enough with my playing to know that they're not my level. Conclusion drawn, I must have been pretty screwed this year.
And if you think that having to sit through Walrus Woman (nice nickname, btw) conducting "It's About Time" and the Dvorak? (i think) is bad, try having sectionals with her for half of every rehearsal.
Whatever it is, it's not exactly a good experience.
Oh, dear, I'm sorry. Now I'm really curious which one you are. Hahaha, maybe I'll come to orchestra tuesday with my TANGST jeans on and it will be an UBER-SEKRIT MESSAGE. Or graffiti "TANGST" on the whiteboard between the "Let's Expose How Much Our Trumpets Suck" repertoire or something. ;)
(On that note. At least you don't have THOSE GUYS in your sectionals!)
Haha.
The trumpets aren't too bad, actually. You should hear some of the violins.
I didn't know there was another tangster in TYS. I will never look at any of the woodwinds/brass the same again.
Maybe on Tuesday I'll come with "tangst" written on my leg. Or perhaps on my toenails. Except you'd have to look at everyone's feet to find me, which would be a tad strange...
Looking forward to an awkward meeting?
"Hi, I see you are wearing tangst jeans. I'm your, errm, anonymous buddy from tangst?"
Yes! Awkward meetings are the best.
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