Friday, February 17, 2017


How do you know when your music harmony classes are finally starting to "stick"?

When you're working on a band piece called A Tribute to Elvis and you've taken a pencil and marked up the 12/8 triplet arpeggios in "Can't Help Falling in Love" with things like "G," "Bm (iii)" and "Em (vi)."

How do you know when your parallel love-hate relationships with arpeggios and metronomes are paying off?

When you can play those suckers.  Mwahahaha!

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Springy G Versus the Pool Noodle of Doom

Over the years many people have said many things about Me, but never let it be said that I back away from a new experience.  I am, in fact, the poster kitteh for that unfortunate cat who was killed by curiosity.

I have a whole bunch of mottoes, but one of the front-runners is this one from composer Virgil Thomson:
Try a thing you haven’t done three times.  Once, to get over the fear of doing it.  Twice, to learn how to do it.  And a third time, to figure out whether you like it or not.
So this evening I tried to figure out how Aquacise works.

It sounds simple enough:  Go to pool.  Change into bathing suit.  Jump in pool and flail about for a while, trying to keep time to the music.


The problem, as I see it, is that I am an overly buoyant goddess.  It's hard to keep time when Your feet won't stay on the bottom of the pool.

Now, about that pool noodle...

When warmups were over and we started into the deep-water part of the class, we each were given a flexible cylindrical fiendish thingie to use in the exercises.  If this had been a judo tournament or a rodeo, I would have been eliminated in the first round because that razzafracking flotation device kept dumping Me.  When it wasn't sneaking out from underneath and bobbing to the surface while I fell sideways in the opposite direction, it had Me doing involuntary ballet moves en pointe or trying very hard not to stick a foot in My ear.

Maybe I'll just skip tries #2 and #3 and go straight to rock climbing or biathlon instead.