Tag Archives: music

It’s like Physics…

Standard

I was pretty damn sure this semester that I was just stupid. My mind just could not encompass the secrets and overarching themes of music theory, but alas! I may not merely have such a disposition! After last year’s physics fiasco, I’ve decided to be lighter on my teachers rather than…well, a bitch; however, I’ve been much too lenient it seems, only blaming myself for this.

While filling out teacher evaluations last week, it turns out my whole class hates him as a teacher. He tangents to unrelated subjects, provides unclear explanations when questions arise or circumvents them entirely, and does not clear up matters very well, even in office hours (I’ve learned that one first had as well).

So, maybe I’m not so dumb. I’m not blaming this man entirely for my lack of grace, but he definitely didn’t help. Let’s just say, it’s entirely logical for my young mind to say it’s better that “He’s a bad teacher and I’m stupid” rather than “I’m stupid.”

But let me just say this now…

GOODBYE SUMMA CUM LAUDE, IT WAS GREAT TRYING TO STRIVE FOR YOU!!!

…I hope my counselor never sees this. We’re working on me NOT basing my self-worth on grades… oops…

In other news: the last time I left my counselor’s office, he said he was going to Google TVXQ and JYJ.

Oh dear gods, what have I done? What if he sees “Triangle”?! What if he sees “Ayy Girl”?! What if he sees those awful silver stripper suits from “T” tour?!

Advertisements

Mother F***ing Coffee, Hoe

Standard

Only three cups of coffee in and I understand that I must be depressed, because I am so far gone. My caffeine tolerance should be so much higher than this. Then again, I never ate dinner, and someone *COUGH PPEO COUGH* went to trivia and ate a ton of mac’n cheese without bringing any back for me, and these are some giant ass cups of coffee. Not even the amount of delicious Sudamericano roast I have consumed can quell my hunger either. Out with the ramen! Yes, ramen at midnight and a half. If I’m still hungry, I swear I’m ordering Jimmy John’s. And there is still homework left to complete. Oh, dictation is just my favorite thing to do. And SS/ET is, of course, the most excitingly entertaining class ever! Let’s just all sing everything that was never meant for voice in numbers, then listen to things six times hoping to god that you wrote down that first pitch correctly or you’re screwed, because the rest will be wrong. There is no partial credit for correct intervals in the rest of the dictation if you mess up the first pitch, you know. And that light at the end of the tunnel? There is none, since there is another two semesters of this, but when that sweet day comes…oh yes, I’m going to remove Smartmusic from my computer ever so painfully. Forget about the uninstall file – I will gleefully delete every piece of that program from my hard drive by hand, and deactivate my account with the website. Until then, however, I can only dream of ridding myself of the most irritating subjects in my curriculum. This is not to say I do not understand the value. No, I am not so base. Of course, sight singing and ear training is crucial to a proper music education, yet this should never lead one to believe that I would like these classes. I can hate whatever I like. and very few things indeed can I say I hate, but at this moment, my two core classes fall into this list: theory and SS/ET. Call me a terrible student, even a terrible musician if you will. I am unfazed. If you’d like to note, I have not even included a paragraph space yet – something so far off of my general behavior. Organization remains a priority in life, yet in this manic state of caffeinated insomnia, I care not. I give no fucks. I even lack the appreciation that this temporary mood removes me from the general hypersomnia I have been facing these months.

This message has been brought to you by – The Night Sueño Cares Not if the Rant is Entertaining, and Employs the Word “Care” Too Much

The Jazz Cafe

Standard

Upon being asked whether or not I understood Jazz, I answered “Ask me in ten years, and I still won’t understand it all.”
The kid that asked me snobbishly laughed and fixed his blazer, yes blazer, saying something along the sentiment of “Of course a girl not rich and privileged like me could understand such a complex matter.”

The only retort I needed to make was:
“You do understand that jazz was created by the lower classes of society, don’t you? I already understand it better than you.”

This is a random memory that just popped in my mind, and I felt the need to share it. No it did not transpire in a Jazz cafe, I just felt the title befitting since I’m listening to jazz and drinking coffee late at night.  I have an inkling that this child has never sang nor picked up an instrument in his life, thus making an entirely ignorant statement and yet he’s the one that is allowed into a supposedly higher level of education. I think not. For the most part. Private schools, at least in this area, equals money. Nothing more, nothing less. I bet I’d kick well over half the school population’s asses in any standardized testing, as that’s the only way things seem to be compared anymore.

Sheesh, so much negativity at this early hour of 1:59 AM!

 

Is it bad…

Standard

That fanfic sites scare me a little greatly.

I decided to venture to a fanfiction site for some research, since I hear some rather odd things, but I was rather astonished… ok fuck it, I “lol’d” my ass off. Then I was rather disturbed. But only after dying on the floor with my diaphragm about to explode.

My credit to whoever you are out there that writes them – at least the ones that understand basic grammatical construction. Oh dear, I had to keep skipping ones where the authors still do not understand the process of choosing their “your,” “you’re,” “their,” “they’re,” and “there” for the given situation, but, what can you expect; it’s the internet. I’m not perfect, but I attempt at least.

Now it’s not the writing itself that scares me, but the topic of the writing. To begin with, I just decided to look up a kpop fanfiction site, since I have never read Naruto and half the fiction ANYWHERE seems to be about this manga. I at least have the capacity to navigate a kpop site.

Now, ladies, and you fanboys out there, I know these guys caused all this weirdness themselves…

(proof)

SO FUCKING CONFUSEDBut the sheer majority of man on man in these stories is ridiculous, redonkulous really. Yes, all the fanservicing means they deserve it, but these writers are really intense about story writing focused on these idols.

I started making a tally of the top couples (based on four different websites) and here they are:

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.

[Edit: Nevermind; I am too disturbed from browsing these stories to even bother disclosing the list I sacrificed peace of mind for. Sorry guys. :<  ]

The second most popular subgenre seems to concern foreigners moving to Korea and it turning into a romantic affair.

I just don’t know anymore. Are there any non love stories that fans write about, at least in kpop, since my short researching didn’t span very far?

And don’t even talk about “m-preg.” Oh my god sun, that was the largest dose of awkward I’ve had in a while.

Solitaire Addiction & Microphone Dynamics

Standard

It seems that Ppeogigayo has been having some issues recently with this game, and an inability to stop playing it, both versions.
We apologize for this inconvenience as it will make the development of this blog much slower. But scheduled programming will resume… eventually.

But, until then…

On another note (oh so “punny”), I was watching Wheesung on Music Bank the other night and learned something about vocalists – They have a cheat method to dynamics! Only singers get the opportunity to move the microphone farther away from their face to make intense belting not overpowering. I’m still not knocking his beautifully intense singing, though I am jealous of this.
Can you move the mic for a trombone? No.
Can you move the mic for a clarinet? No.

So us two are pretty screwed as far as that goes, and all you vocalists that adjust your mics… I’m watching you.