May 2012
36 posts
When I finally understood counterpoint
whatshouldwecallconservatory:
YES.
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Jumping on the bandwagon (for once, or twice)
After silently tumblr-stalkin’ (or just… uh… “tumblin”) a lot of other recovery blogs I notice a lot of them dames is dang good at yoga!
And you know, I do yoga a few times a week, and my legs are oddly flexible, but I’ve always been into more of a cycling- soccer- running-tree climbing kind of athleticism.
Anywhom, I’m dedicating my summer to mastering...
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The moment the antibiotics kick in..
I feel glorious compared the mess of misery I was in days previous, and now have spent all day tidying up,
and singing and pretending to be cleopatra around my house whilst juggling a soccer ball, and pretending not to worry about finding an apartment in the next week.
waking up and coughing up blood
Is super fun.
Man, I’m so vintage that i have tuberculosis.
Does anyone know a magical cure
To make my lymph nodes not the size of basketballs?
Sweet jesus. Breathing, swallowing, (giggity) and talking fucking HURTS.
Oh don’t mind me, just hatin’ life over here.
a song for today. Written and recorded in all of...
Amy Winehouse at conservatory recitals....
springintosummer asked: With so many creative ventures, how do you keep so inspired?
springintosummer asked: What was the last thing that made you smile big?
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Red wine
Makes red lips,
warm lips.
and red warm lidded eyes.
and pink fingers,
and pink hands,
and pink flesh.
Happiness is a tired Egyptian queen
Oh my god, La morte de Cléopâtre by Hector Berlioz is such a perfect piece for me to sing that I cried a little bit after just sight singing through it once.
It’s scary how much I love music.
I hate not sleeping next to him
Oh well, guess I’ll have to use a few glasses of wine, a sedaris book and a pb&j to lull me to sleep.
It’s not as good….
Why can't I be a famous opera singer NOW?
I AM IMPATIENT.
AND TALENTED.
woe is me.
Opinions- if you have them.
Okay! Concerto competition thinkin’ time
Here are my choices-
La Morte de Cleopatre- Berlioz (AMAZING.)
El amor Brujo-Manuel de Falla (AMAZING.)
Siete Canciones Populares Espagnoles (AMAZING.)
There are runners up, like Dvorak’s Gypsy songs, using the Lieberson Neruda songs again, or others in the running.
BY THE WHOOAAYY, I will be posting some recital videos later- even...
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WatchHm… whenever I google myself out of boredom/curiousity/ego, I always find videos that I never knew existed…
…at least I’m not naked in this one.
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I should explain.
(though the boobs are still going to remain in the public view)
Thus ends another school year, and FINALLY I have time to run more than once or twice a week, and I can be in the sunshine, roller-skating, biking, and relaxing. (for a little bit, when I’m not at work)
And the other day I did about a 13 1/2 mile route, to the ocean, and back downtown and then some, and it felt great. I...
Anonymous asked: what makes your tits so wonderful exactly?
I am obsessed with my tits.
Seriously. I can’t help myself.
They’re just so damn wonderful.
My quiet bathtub recorded song to the pretty...
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Someone tell me I'm Fucking insane
The list of my current employments:
1.) Organist/pianist/music director for episcopal church.
2.) Engineer at recording studio at my school.
3.) Professional (ish) singer/performer.
4.) Newly made part time barista of a cozy cafe.
5.) Fit model for m. Dell
6.) Child wrangler for the sf opera summer outreach (hopefully)
7.) On call supernumerary for the sf opera summer season. …..
8.) One...
Girls with ukuleles = kinda cute, over done
Boys with ukuleles and accordions = marry me now.
Yay, money!
Just signed up as a fit model for Maria Dell Talent in SF! Huzzah!
I'm hoping this is just one of those experimental...
(No, not trying to date girls again, or overdosing on purple drank.)
….
I want to dedicate my life solely to opera. But every time I sing jazz, or the blues, I feel so at ease, so home. Everyone marvels at my voice when I sing jazz… But at least in my school I’m Well known in the opera department for my stage presence and acting chops…
… Opera is so terrifying,...
April 2012
40 posts
So, I totally got featured on SF weekly's street... →
Me and the ever-beautiful Black Mumba Champion racer of mine were featured on this sf weekly style blog. Which is strange, because I dress kinda funny, and I was just coming from an audition for the mikado, so I had my heels strapped to my bag because you can’t bike in pumps.
… rather you can’t gracefully bike in pumps.
Money is fucking stupid.
But I need it so badly. I’m reading to start stripping. This economy fucking blows.
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last gushy post for a while, I promise
I’m a jittery cheshire cat on my perch, behind this here honking, tonky broken hammered piano.
I can’t stop smiling, far away from you, or near. No matter where I am everything leads back to you.
My home is shown in the light of your eyes in an otherwise dark unreadable sky that is our lives outside of one another.
Everything leads my heart and my mind back to you.
Even this sip of...
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Jesus Christ
Why did I wait so log to finish all of these assignments.
And why is EVERYONE at my school doing vacation stuff already?
Balls.
Here I am, taking on a Weill Opera in June, and another job, and hopefully more voice students.
I have to break my heart
Every time I want to sing.
Because I sing to make you, and you, and you there in the back- seemingly not paying attention and reading my boring translations and my program notes
feel.
My job, my purpose is to make you feel.
Highlight(s)
The apex of my day wasn’t necessarily-
-my grandparents being surprisingly silly and hilarious at lunch
-the weather being beautiful
-when I saw ducks swimming in a pool in which I hopped the fence to get in then freezing upon seeing me with this “Check out this motherfuckah” look on their faces.
-My mother, flirting with the meathead at Sketchers to get a discount on my new...
Madchen legs are a win?
You do not know how many Yodeling/german pick up lines I have heard today.
That’s what I get for wearing das kleinen liederhosenchen!
But yay for no more vampire pale skin. My inner hispanic east island asian pocahantas is blossoming!
And now back to being in the studio for a trillion hours.
