Good rockin' tonight
The quartet had a brilliant rehearsal this evening.
This was our first rehearsal in three weeks, and only the second with our new bass vocalist. It was our coach's week off, so it was just the four of us, but we accomplished a tremendous amount of successful work. We plowed through everything we were scheduled to rehearse, threw in a couple of things that weren't on the schedule, and even started working up a brand new arrangement three of us had never seen before. Chords rang, overtunes buzzed and spun in the air, and a great time was enjoyed by all. We made more music than this quartet ever made in five rehearsals in its previous incarnations. It's only been a half hour since everyone went home, and I'm already counting the minutes until next Tuesday night.
I don't know what people who don't sing do to achieve this thrill. Eat lobster, have sex, or ride roller coasters, I suppose. Two of those are messy, and the third requires heavy equipment. Singing is clean, and you don't need anything but your voice.
This was our first rehearsal in three weeks, and only the second with our new bass vocalist. It was our coach's week off, so it was just the four of us, but we accomplished a tremendous amount of successful work. We plowed through everything we were scheduled to rehearse, threw in a couple of things that weren't on the schedule, and even started working up a brand new arrangement three of us had never seen before. Chords rang, overtunes buzzed and spun in the air, and a great time was enjoyed by all. We made more music than this quartet ever made in five rehearsals in its previous incarnations. It's only been a half hour since everyone went home, and I'm already counting the minutes until next Tuesday night.
I don't know what people who don't sing do to achieve this thrill. Eat lobster, have sex, or ride roller coasters, I suppose. Two of those are messy, and the third requires heavy equipment. Singing is clean, and you don't need anything but your voice.
SwanShadow was randomly pounding the keyboard at 11:57 PM
2 insisted on sticking two cents in:
Pen (or pencil) and paper for a writer. There's a thrill just to jot down all those things in one's head and a satisfaction when one's Muse is finished. For a little while ;-)
True that. Although, because I spend most of my waking hours every day writing to please other people, it's harder and harder to find time and energy to do the kind of writing that only has to please my inner self.
That, thus far, has been the joy of blogging for me. It's a chance to write something every day for no other reason than I have something to say. It's a marvelous catharsis.
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