|Concert's off for this weekend.
||[Nov. 21st, 2003|04:08 am]
Dammit. I'm just too exhausted from school. Wagner's off, too, not that I really like Wagner so much, but hey, how often does one get to go to the opera for free? At least I told the music department on Monday that I couldn't go, which is slightly less irresponsible than telling them the day before.
Just finished the four (four) transpositions that I had to do for Jazz Arranging. I intended to be done at 3 a.m., so I could move on to other homework...so much for that. Never, ever try to kludge a non-jazz song into a jazz song; it's just so much harder than starting from scratch, especially if said song is your baby and goddammit, sometimes you like triads. Also, I'm finding that when you actually write out something that you wrote in your head, all your songwriting vices really become apparent. Like my tendency to keep the melody on the same note for a long, long time. Or my tendency to always do everything twice, to the point where it creates a great deal of tension when I only do something once.
Okay. It's four in the morning. More work to do. Sleep is a distant dream. Ideally, I'll be able to squeeze in a nap at some point so that I won't collapse on stage at the recital in which I'm supposed to sing in twelve hours. Realistically, probably not.