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Thursday, October 24, 2002
Well...I had a concert today. It was at 12:15PM. I was so fucking nervous. Our group was the last group to go on. It was a jazz concert...not that "elevator music" jazz, but the kind of jazz where musicians actually put their soul into the music, and are featured in an improv solo. Yes, I had to do one of these solos. Since our group went on last, I got to hear all the other groups perform. They were all good; I was more impressed with all the drumset players. Have you ever tried to play on a drumset? It's so damn confusion. The music that everyone played (including my group) has so many rhythm changes! There is no was in hell I could do that. And there's so much pressure to keep the beat. If the drummer fucks up, the rest of the band is garaunteed to be fucked up. Anyway, hearing all those groups really got me nervous (well, more nervous). When my group got on stage, our director was joking around with us. That was a good move on his part because that really loosened me up, and got me in the mood. When this particular song we played starts off, it's just the Bass, the piano, and me playing; I croaked. I started playing, and my lips stopped buzzing! Those fuckers always do that! (I cussed out my lips later) So...as the song progressed, I loosened up even more. I started feeling the song. When I start feeling the song, that's when I really get going. I nailed everything! I nailed every single note and rhythm....until we got to my solo. Well, it was going good starting off. My improv solo (that I had made prior to the performance) is easy at the beginning, but gradually gets harder. I messed up on a couple of pitches. Yes, only a couple, but I'm a perfectionist. I had nothing but hatred for my performance. The funny thing is that when I was playing, everyone was hollering for me (in a good way) and clapping and nodding their heads. The audience didn't privide that level of feedback for the other soloist. Believe me, I'm telling the truth. It was probably sympathy shouts. So it was great. After our performance, several people told me that I kicked ass. I didn't feel like I kicked ass...I maybe thumped it a little. But hey, I didn't mine the compliments. Anyway, that's my day so far. It's been fun. My lips are so exhausted (I don't mind if you take that the wrong way...you have my permission to be perverted).
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