I just realized how much I love what I do. I mean, the fact that I was unable to play the Finale of Stravinsky's Firebird Suite tonight because my embouchure was screwed up from a cheesy grin goes to show exactly how much I am seriously in love with performing music. To represent a composer's ideas for him, to present his passions to an audience, to have that sort of responsibility to portray exactly what he wanted to portray to a crowd is simply intoxicating.

Sigh. I will be here someday.

I got ten hours of sleep last night. More than I've gotten in a very very long time.

Today is Sunday! A lazy Sunday, to be more precise; my favorite kind. Me and Jeremiah are heading to church for a change. We haven't been in a while. We haven't become blasphemists or anything, just haven't really taken the time to go. In quite a while.

The other day I was stopped by a man and a woman, Maryln and Tim. They were spreading the word about God the Mother, that in the Bible there is indeed mention of the Bride of the Spirit. In fact, in Genesis when God says that the world will be created in His image, it says "Let us make the world in our image." Yes, they did show me scripture and continued to mention the importance of realizing God the Mother for your salvation, it was just a hard thing to swallow considering the Bible is not studied to find all its quirks; it seems like those have already been found. It's studied to be studied, and to take in and emit the information that is already there and known. Who knows, maybe a revolution is about to take place in the realization of God the Mother.

Love Is In The Air

Everyone is so smitten, and it's not even Valentine's Day. New sparks of romance are popping up all around me and it makes me smile so.

Also, laying around, snowed in, watching Harry Potter with loved ones isn't a bad thing either.

Happy January 30, everyone. It'll be a great day today.

There's something ethereal about sitting and listening intently to classical music. I just took an hour to myself to sit down, grabbed some high quality headphones, a recording and score to Beethoven's Symphony 2.

As I followed the score with the recording, I began to wonder, what was Beethoven thinking? He made a point of saying that he never wrote music to portray a picture except when specified specifically, such as his sixth symphony. Mostly he wrote his music in dedication to an individual who he esteemed highly, such as Gotfried van Swieten or Napolean Bonaparte (that is, until he proclaimed himself Emperor of the French. Beethoven was then disgusted by him). Now I ask, what did he see in them that made him think this way? And exactly what, from said individuals, produced sounds which could only be understood when put into a musical dialect? Do people emit music that only certain people can hear? And is it then said person's responsibilty to write the symphony down because only they were able to interpret the music emitting from other said person? Do I make music in someone else's ears?

Nah. Beethoven was deaf anyways.

"What if I were smiling, and running into your arms?...
Would you see then what I see now?"

Some Background Information

In history today we discussed historical images and that it is impossible to analyze them without putting them in context with the time it was created; background info. I'd like to think human beings are the same way.

I simplest of terms, I am a musician, a horn player to be specific. I am a student at the University of Louisville School of Music majoring in french horn performance in the hopes of becoming the next Dale Clevenger (being the principal horn of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra).
Don't mistake me for a stickler, however. I accept any and all kinds of music from some ETID to Regina Spektor. Excluding country, of course. That shit's not music. ;)

I have a wonderful family filled with loving parents, a great brother and newly fantastic sister-in-law, amazing friends, and the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. No, really.

That's enough background info, I believe.

You'll catch on ;)

Obviously Awkward

As in, all first posts.
This blog will contain complaints, rants and spiels (sometimes resulting in incorrect grammar and/or run-ons), joyous comments, and rage filled outbursts. I will not hold back.
I really am stoked for anyone that wishes to follow the details of my life. You will find long expanses of, quite honestly, dull periods broken into segments by intense surges of captivating happenings, whether they be stocked with glee, anger, hatred, love, etc.
Enjoy ;)