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Dec. 25th, 2007 04:51 amFurther updates.
Christmas eve I did that playing at mass thing. Which went well, after I ended up having to skip out on my first solo because I couldn't get my goddamned instrument in tune. (And then, lol, because nobody wrote anything down, the solo-y bit where I was supposed to do a fun intro for "Angels We Have Heard On High" just got skipped, but ehh.) The real problem, like always, is that they want to use the stand mikes for the singers, but what would be best for me is the overhead hanging ones. Balancing a stand with music and a stand mike is all but impossible if you want to be picked up, so basically, the only time you could hear me was if I was the only one playing. Which ticked me off a little bit, because if we had actually played with the balance at all or took into consideration the fact that the whole congregation would be there, that would have been picked up on.
Oh, and we didn't have room for chairs and had to sing/play too often to go sit in the pew (that's supposed to be reserved for us anyway), so I stood up, holding my viola in the clunky boots that I love but have recently started giving me nasty blister-esque things on one spot on one foot, for two hours. Straight. It wasn't as bad as I suspected simply because we were playing so often that you're too busy to notice (though my sister--who nicked my shoulder rest and had been using it without me noticing--has done something to its. . . idk, configuration that makes it hit my neck in a painful way. This could easily be because I don't play very often anymore, but I'm thinking, due to sheer amount of hurt, that when I flipped it back to fit my size viola--it's adjustable, which is wicked--I didn't get it back to my normal setting), but my feet complained afterwards. As did my neck. I meant to take a picture of it, because it was lovely and pinkishpurple and matched my shirt and many of you don't know the actual dangers of playing a stringed instrument. Speaking of shirt. I didn't get to wear my red dress--even though GAH I lost tons of weight and it actually looks pretty good now--because they had a color scheme of black and purple. Whut? Is this not bruise color? Idk. But as it happens, mum had bought me a purple shirt for Christmas that she made me try on the day before, and so that's what I wore. And my now-way-too-big black pants that I still love but dislike stepping on the ends of even in heels.
Vaguely miffed, however, at how when I got home, it was just "Huh. We couldn't hear you except for a few bits" and not "Good job".
Christmas eve I did that playing at mass thing. Which went well, after I ended up having to skip out on my first solo because I couldn't get my goddamned instrument in tune. (And then, lol, because nobody wrote anything down, the solo-y bit where I was supposed to do a fun intro for "Angels We Have Heard On High" just got skipped, but ehh.) The real problem, like always, is that they want to use the stand mikes for the singers, but what would be best for me is the overhead hanging ones. Balancing a stand with music and a stand mike is all but impossible if you want to be picked up, so basically, the only time you could hear me was if I was the only one playing. Which ticked me off a little bit, because if we had actually played with the balance at all or took into consideration the fact that the whole congregation would be there, that would have been picked up on.
Oh, and we didn't have room for chairs and had to sing/play too often to go sit in the pew (that's supposed to be reserved for us anyway), so I stood up, holding my viola in the clunky boots that I love but have recently started giving me nasty blister-esque things on one spot on one foot, for two hours. Straight. It wasn't as bad as I suspected simply because we were playing so often that you're too busy to notice (though my sister--who nicked my shoulder rest and had been using it without me noticing--has done something to its. . . idk, configuration that makes it hit my neck in a painful way. This could easily be because I don't play very often anymore, but I'm thinking, due to sheer amount of hurt, that when I flipped it back to fit my size viola--it's adjustable, which is wicked--I didn't get it back to my normal setting), but my feet complained afterwards. As did my neck. I meant to take a picture of it, because it was lovely and pinkishpurple and matched my shirt and many of you don't know the actual dangers of playing a stringed instrument. Speaking of shirt. I didn't get to wear my red dress--even though GAH I lost tons of weight and it actually looks pretty good now--because they had a color scheme of black and purple. Whut? Is this not bruise color? Idk. But as it happens, mum had bought me a purple shirt for Christmas that she made me try on the day before, and so that's what I wore. And my now-way-too-big black pants that I still love but dislike stepping on the ends of even in heels.
Vaguely miffed, however, at how when I got home, it was just "Huh. We couldn't hear you except for a few bits" and not "Good job".
