Liar
There is nothing like sitting at your desk straining your eyes to see a tiny doll (which is supposed to be a representation of you) and then drinking a shot of Myers's rum (disgusting, by the way) to bring yourself back to reality. Thank you, Miss M, for ruining my life for this hour and a half. Boo erns.
It's getting to be that time again. Do you ever get that feeling of the second inversion E major chord leading to a root position IV chord? Maybe you don't. But it's one of the most beautiful in the repertory and makes me tear a little every time I hear it. Blame Strauss. Salome? Indeed.
It never fails. Tonight, I was able to direct rehearsal through the "goodness" of Lawrence Burnett's heart. For some reason or other he felt it necessary to ignore the people I brought in as ringers. Which is ok, because I did so to offset the Singers' women (they are kind of soft...but not weak. I swear...Natalie, I hope you're not reading this right now). Sr. Burnett-0 became more and more pissed as I gradually undermined his authority (even though that happens every day). We got so much done. It was like Jesus had come out from under that huge rock and bitch-slapped him in the face and then given him leprosy. Damn, that playah is good. Sick.
Once again I forgot to take my medication, which was sort of bad, considering I have been in pain all day. Oh well. My baby will be born with narcissism. Oh well.
And it is time to go. More tomorrow, I promise, laddies and lassies. Ruff Ruff. Says Fido.
BURP Says JayCee. Did you know that Jackie Chan hates his guitar playing pussy of a son? Who would have thought? I mean he's fucking Jackie Chan. He probably eats entire llamas for breakfast.
It's getting to be that time again. Do you ever get that feeling of the second inversion E major chord leading to a root position IV chord? Maybe you don't. But it's one of the most beautiful in the repertory and makes me tear a little every time I hear it. Blame Strauss. Salome? Indeed.
It never fails. Tonight, I was able to direct rehearsal through the "goodness" of Lawrence Burnett's heart. For some reason or other he felt it necessary to ignore the people I brought in as ringers. Which is ok, because I did so to offset the Singers' women (they are kind of soft...but not weak. I swear...Natalie, I hope you're not reading this right now). Sr. Burnett-0 became more and more pissed as I gradually undermined his authority (even though that happens every day). We got so much done. It was like Jesus had come out from under that huge rock and bitch-slapped him in the face and then given him leprosy. Damn, that playah is good. Sick.
Once again I forgot to take my medication, which was sort of bad, considering I have been in pain all day. Oh well. My baby will be born with narcissism. Oh well.
And it is time to go. More tomorrow, I promise, laddies and lassies. Ruff Ruff. Says Fido.
BURP Says JayCee. Did you know that Jackie Chan hates his guitar playing pussy of a son? Who would have thought? I mean he's fucking Jackie Chan. He probably eats entire llamas for breakfast.
posted by Chunky McDougall the III at 10:03:00 PM
2 Comments:
Second inversion E major leading to the root position IV chord... of the E? I mean, I assume that's what you mean, like, E to A. Right? I'm trying to get some context here.
And I'm done trying to know what I'm talking about.
Rosss. Dude. No offense taken. The singers women ARE weak. But at least give me some credit for caring enough about your comps to insist on it NOT being a "reading" to certain others who are too easily beguiled by Lawrence's LSD-inspired words. See you demain. (That is french for tomorrow, you bizznitch - learn some french now or else you will be saying FOHM and PLEW-EEEE).
Heart,
Your fellow sibling of the music major family (DRAPER)
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