Music

I play the cello.

His name is Gerald.

Here is his picture:

Oh, he's such a pimp.


But anyways, what I was meaning to say was that it's nearing that point to the concert deadline where we're really starting to get good.

Good as in, we're an eighth grade orchestra and we know mostly all the songs we're supposed to be playing. I'm not sure why, but somehow, this orchestra is actually kind of alright. Last year I remember all these other conductors and random musicians from the state would come in to hear us, and our conducter would just stand there smiling at them. We'd play our hearts out then, and Isaac would rip his bow across his viola and tear my eardrums out, and Huong would just move her spastic vibrato violin fingers like lightning, and Pen would just get in there, deep, deep in the sound, and forget where we were or what else was happening- we'd just play.

It's a good feeling, playing in an orchestra. It makes you forget yourself, makes you just want to be a part of something bigger. A bigger, deeper sound, that you get to be a part of.



I'm second chair. I sit in the front. Pen's first chair, and Isaac is second chair viola- (out of two ;)- so he sits by me, and Huong is over in second violin section, and we all do well together.

My only problem is that I don't really listen to music the way most humans do.


I mean- I really, really don't listen to music.


I have a two inch by one centimeter ipod shuffle, with like 20 ed stockham songs on it that I listen to when I'm working on my stop motion film and need to get 'in the zone', but that's about it. Otherwise, orchestra is forced into my brain every day after first period.

So we'll just be in the hallways, derpin' around, and it gets really intense, right, and everything's moving so fast and suddenly you come up and you're about to intercept someone you know, and it's
all adrenaline and hormones, and suddenly you just want to SING.

And you're searching for words, a song everybody knows, that everybody would want to join in singing; just a few perfect, fist-pumping lines, but the only thing is- you play the cello.

"BUM BUM, BUM-BUM BOOM, DAA DEH-EH DUMMMMMMMM!!!"

._.

Usually when I feel that this is about to come out of me, I try to keep it quiet.




...Or another cellist starts singing with me. ;)