I'm Whiter Than I Thought

So there's this brand new thing I just discovered. Maybe you've heard of it. It's called dancing, and I suck at it. I just discovered this recently. Somehow the result of staying completely stationary my entire life has caused a serious lack in ability to move anything but foot to the beat of music. For the painful but affective help of comparison, I have provided this psychedelic banana to show an example of about how well I dance.

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Ok, the banana might dance a little better than me. Or a lot better. Fine, the banana looks classically trained compared to me. That's a problem. A big problem. You see, not only do I now have to suddenly be able to dance for our current school musical (don't even get me started on the singing part), but trying to make watching the 8th and 9th grade jazz band fun gets especially difficult. You see, just the other day we had our holiday concert for band and jazz band. Because I am in JV and varsity jazz instead of the jr high jazz band, I got to watch the jr high jazz band preform. Some of my friends in JV and I decided we needed to try and make it clear that it's jazz! The rest of the audience didn't quite understand. You're supposed to enjoy yourself while watching jazz, and most of the people in the audience were treating it more like the rest of the more formal performances like band and orchestra.

It immediately became our mission to make the performance more enjoyable. It wasn't that hard for us to enjoy it as they played very cool arrangements of different types jazz songs and had some very exquisite soloists for their age. However, getting everyone else to join us in our enjoyment was difficult. We cheered whenever possible and even attempted dancing. I was very good at the cheering part. It's my specialty. When it came to dancing however, my insane amount of whiteness took over. I resorted to doing my best possible psychedelic banana impression. It was awful. Hopefully I'll be able to find a solution for my serious dancing issues in the future, but for now I thing I may be doomed.

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Music Swag

I have been DYING to share some of the awesome music stuff you can find out there! As Christmas is coming along I thought it would be a great time to share some music products with you all. So let's get started!

Music room stuff-

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-I found some awesome music wooden stands (by far a huge music room essencial) here. Or for something a bit less fancy, feel free to check here.

-Spice up the walls of your music room with these music note wall stickers.

-And of course every music room needs a metronome.







Gifts for any musician-

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-This sweet treble clef watch can be found here

-Any musician would love this manuscript umbrella

-For gifts under five dollars, check out these manuscript socks, this guitar chord swatch pack, and this pink electric guitar mouse pad.

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Sorry I forgot to get this out yesterday. My bad.

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Our Little Hole In the Ground

I must admit, right now I am utterly terrified. The musical (Bye Bye Birdie) I'm in the pit orchestra has its first performance in a week and I'm still not ready. You may even not know what a pit orchestra is, so before I really start telling you all the fantastic stories of pit I have to tell, let me explain that. First off, a pit orchestra is the group of musicians that plays the instrumental music in a musical. So we're not the people on stage singing, but the people under them playing music, and I literally mean under them. The name pit orchestra isn't some special name for it. It's just a mini orchestra, in a pit (or as I like to call it, our hole in the ground).

Now for the stories.

Story One- Mt. Krispie

This story is extremely simple. One day my friend Joe, the other 3rd trumpet in pit, brought a huge box of Rice Krispie Treats to share with everyone. He got the inspiration for this because of Mr Taylor's (our band director) comment about how Rice Krispie Treats are the most perfect food in the world. To say the least, Joe and I ate a lot of them. By the end of the rehearsal we had enough wrappers from them to make a small mound which I named Mt. Krispie.

Story Two- The Pool Table

This story is also very simple. The easy way to put it is that there's a pool table in the pit. But it's not quite that easy. This specific pool table requires you to contort yourself into odd positions and put the cue at strange angles just to hit the ball. But it doesn't even just end there. There's always weird dips and dents in the table which messes up the path of the ball and the entire thing is at a slight slant. The moral of this story is, if you like playing pool with multiple obstacles then do pit.

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