Archive for October, 2006

Your wildest dreams have come true

Published on Oct. 22, 2006 in General. 1 Comment

So today, I discovered that I can sing up to a G4. I usually switch to falsetto for anything above F, but I decided to try letting it all out for the closing note of a piece on this sustained G4. And I did it! Woohoo.

Now, I’m excited about this and all, but not quite as excited as Tyra Banks gets about her number one beauty secret.

Something in that turkey

Published on Oct. 7, 2006 in General. 2 Comments

Because of my great time-management skills, I had to both finish my music homework and attend a Thanksgiving dinner last night. So on the ride to my aunt’s, I had my Powerbook out, frantically trying to finish my melodic dictation exercises before arriving at her house. I started off doing fairly well, but as the ride wore on, I got progressively more dizzy because of those bumpy Port Coquitlam roads. By the time we got there, I had a pretty good headache. But I still had more to finish, so I tried to work on it after dinner while people were mingling. I felt a little out of it all night, so I was glad when we finally got to go home so I could sleep.

I think there was something about that precise combination of tryptophan and music exercises, because I actually had a dream last night. Which I still remember.

I dreamed that it was today. And today, I’m a news reporter who will have an interview with Justin Timberlake. He’s got a brand new line of baby toys, including rattles, stuffed animals and night lights. I followed him around as he showed me everything from his new collection. I remember thinking that it was really odd for him to peddling baby toys, but then I rationalized that because he’s Justin Timberlake, he can do whatever he wants.

Before I left, he asked if I wanted to take a sample of anything with me. I was like, “Anything?”, trying to decide what I wanted. And then he started fishing through newspaper archives which looked like the Georgia Straight for something. He finally pulls out an issue and shows it to me. There’s a big picture of what looks like one of those female escort ads. He tells me that it’s his secret aunt in Germany who was murdered or something. She looks exactly like Christina Aguilera in Moulin Rouge, but that didn’t register at the time. I’m deeply concerned by all this for some reason, so I take it upon myself to investigate what happened to her.

Then I looked at my watch and realized that it was 6pm and that I had to get ready for Adam’s dinner, and then I woke up.

So, the moral of the story is: Don’t do your music homework during Thanksgiving dinner. The dream gremlins will punish you.