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Alright. So today, jazz band went to SUNY Fredonia for this jazz workshop...*great* fun! ...as I predicted, the 2-hour bus ride there, and then back, was prolly the most fun.. ;)
We got down there, and Mead gave us a tour of the campus, cos he'd gone there for college..*that* was interesting...heard all about his psycho conducting class professor..whom we've decided Mead took as his mentor -_^...and "the echo spot"...found a sign proclaiming "Slow pedestrians"...I said we should let a trumpter player cross the street there *eg*...Pat tried to steal afore-mentioned sign (!)...
Eventually, we went in, played a couple of songs, the master jazz professor dude there complimented us (and made one of our drummers' head swell far too much-!), complimented *me* on my improv thing, which was nice.. *g*...and he yelled at our trumpets and trombones for playin' with their bells in the stands, which Mead screams at 'em about every frickin' day!...Scott complained the *entire* time about not being able to play his clarinet in jazz band (as always)...our trumpets didn't even know who was playing what part...Brandon couldn't play thirds (*Mead* had to show him how - that's baaaaad...!)...our saxes rocked, of course. ;)
Then, we were in there for a jazz improvisation class...it was insane...the guy was flying thru discussion on chord progressions, dominant chords, etc...and we were frickin' *clueless*. I mean, we all know the Bb blues scale, that's been ingrained into us cos of our warm-up piece. But most of us know *nothing* of chords...and he had us imitating rhythms on different notes of the dominant chords etc...and there're college kids in there who totally know what they're doing...and we're struggling to follow along...I mean, I think we all understood what he was saying, telling us..we just couldn't think fast enough to get the notes on a lot of it...and poor Daf, who's like, *the best* jazz-child in our jazz band, said afterwards she was near tears cos she was frustrated cos she couldn't do it--! So that wasn't so cool...
And it started snowing. Like, psycho-snowing. So when we left to go out our gear back on the bus...yeah. It was cold. And random silly brass players went off on their own to try and find food? Yeah. They didn't know where to go..so, they came back to find the rest of us... so we got food, finally...sat around, joked about stuff...we had a whole big discussion about stupid people...Ken was arguing that people are stupid, but individuals aren't...Daf and Karen and I refuted it...Daf and I pulled in all these psycho arguements...and it got weird...and Daf and I slipped into British/Scottish accents again...and we'd been singing U2 non-stop alllll day...*g*
Bus ride back was similarly nuts...except, more so... Scott's forehead was bleeding cos he scratched it with a pin from the inside of his jacket... Mead's response? "Scott, you're a nimnuts."...Daf worked on her story some, while Ken and I tried to figure out what song we're doin' for our music history project (decided on the Beatles' "Long and Winding Road", we're gonna do this whole thing about how the Beatles' use of orchestration was imitated etc. in later times...which mean, I can use David Bowie's "Moonage Daydream" or summat...figure I'll pull in some big '70s supergroup, y'know?..and then like, go into songs with weird instrumentation..like the Church's "Under the Milky Way"...U2's "Tomorrow" or the influx remix of "Elevation"...etc.)...
..then, I was asking Daf for some input on some phrases, wording, ideas etc. I was stuck on in "Until the End of the World" (my awesome U2 fic that I've been working on since *December*, I realised yesterday!)...and Scott's all like, "What's that, what's that, can I see it???"...I'm like, sure...Daf'd been giggling over a line I'd worded wrong...and Scott saw it and *totally* cracked up...and we all just started laughing at *him* laughing! ...it was in the part where Edge's just come home, his house's been broken into...and Morleigh (his wife) is all upset, she's crying, Edge goes to see which guitars've been stolen...and then: "She understood, and backed away, going off to find some tissues and their children." I *meant* that she went to go find some tissues, and her and Edge's kids...but I think I've got to switch the order there---! ..so we were joking about tissue children the rest of the way home...
Yeah. And other assorted psychoness...which I'll not go into now cos I could be here all night....but it was great fun. ^_^ (*Much* better'n being in math, english, etc...crap, this means I missed gym *again*--!...ah well...)

*Ananda Daydream * 7:36 PM * *

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