Yep, They Are Doing It Deliberately...
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magicaddict...I can only be told something so many times before I realise it's being done with a purpose.
I am currently in possession of a huge pink poster, espousing Sweet Charity on the 8th-11th of February. The production committee saw it yesterday, after it had been recovered from the MechEng printing department (somewhere in the region of sixty percent cheaper than the print unit), and proceeded to tell me how great it looks. Again. Whether or not they have consciously or unconsciously realised that they are, in fact, blowing their own horn at ever increasing volume, I couldn't say, but Freud would have a field day on the subtleties. When you change the colour cheme, artwork, lettering and text grouping on a poster, surely you realise that it ceases to be the designers work and instead has become your own?
Or is it possible they haven't realised, and are actually proposing that I am still the designer of this pink monstrosity, even though when shown my design and the one that went to print, a decent PI with a magnifying glass would be hard pressed to find any similarity between the two?
Wankers - in either event. The only thing saving them from my leaving now is that the pink poster catches the eye so very much better than mine. Their saying it's great isn't lying - I just wish they wouldn't do it around me.
It's now not only that either - I now have the vocal coach trying to make me feel good by telling me how outstanding I am during rehearsal. I've got news for you, Emma - I'm in the chorus. If I'm standing out, I'm doing something wrong. As well as forgetting my words and sounding like a flat tire thanks to the lack of sleep I have been getting, I am now failing to blend in with the other chorus members. I think I'm getting out at the right time - the sooner they're rid of me the better.
But wait, there is light at the end of the tunnel...ah yes, the angst oasis that is GASP, and this week is gig week.
Tonight, we're heading off to Gloucester Cathedral to record for BBC Radio - not the first time I've been on regional BBC, but I was about nine when I last did it and have never done so by singing before, so this is new and interesting. The fact I'm soloing is even better, so all those inclined to tune into (or webstream) BBC Radio Gloucester on Christmas Eve or Day and listen to the service featuring the Bath University GASP Choir, listen out for my slightly drab tones as I plumb the bottom of my range in the second verse of Silent Night.
Tomorrow sees us singing outdoors at night (sense?) at the enchanted forest night walk at Westonbirt Arboretum - as performers, we get free entry to the walk itself, so I'm hoping to take thirty or forty photos as I take my time going round.
Sunday is the combined societies Christmas concert, where everyone has to get together and pretend they like each other for an evening of entertaining crowds that are partisan and indifferent by turns. Knocking off the larp early and missing the IC christmas meal so I can do it - I only hope it's worth the time and effort. The big band consistently take the piss, the wind orchestra aren't particularly world-beaters and the Alley Barbers have combined egos so big that I appear positively modest in camparison - all things considered, I'm not holding my breath.
And on Saturday, I get to rehearse from ten through until six with BUSMS, before watching BUST perform Wyrd Sisters. With the exception of that (very) little highlight, If I could bypass the weekend and go straight to Monday, I would be eternally grateful.
I am currently in possession of a huge pink poster, espousing Sweet Charity on the 8th-11th of February. The production committee saw it yesterday, after it had been recovered from the MechEng printing department (somewhere in the region of sixty percent cheaper than the print unit), and proceeded to tell me how great it looks. Again. Whether or not they have consciously or unconsciously realised that they are, in fact, blowing their own horn at ever increasing volume, I couldn't say, but Freud would have a field day on the subtleties. When you change the colour cheme, artwork, lettering and text grouping on a poster, surely you realise that it ceases to be the designers work and instead has become your own?
Or is it possible they haven't realised, and are actually proposing that I am still the designer of this pink monstrosity, even though when shown my design and the one that went to print, a decent PI with a magnifying glass would be hard pressed to find any similarity between the two?
Wankers - in either event. The only thing saving them from my leaving now is that the pink poster catches the eye so very much better than mine. Their saying it's great isn't lying - I just wish they wouldn't do it around me.
It's now not only that either - I now have the vocal coach trying to make me feel good by telling me how outstanding I am during rehearsal. I've got news for you, Emma - I'm in the chorus. If I'm standing out, I'm doing something wrong. As well as forgetting my words and sounding like a flat tire thanks to the lack of sleep I have been getting, I am now failing to blend in with the other chorus members. I think I'm getting out at the right time - the sooner they're rid of me the better.
But wait, there is light at the end of the tunnel...ah yes, the angst oasis that is GASP, and this week is gig week.
Tonight, we're heading off to Gloucester Cathedral to record for BBC Radio - not the first time I've been on regional BBC, but I was about nine when I last did it and have never done so by singing before, so this is new and interesting. The fact I'm soloing is even better, so all those inclined to tune into (or webstream) BBC Radio Gloucester on Christmas Eve or Day and listen to the service featuring the Bath University GASP Choir, listen out for my slightly drab tones as I plumb the bottom of my range in the second verse of Silent Night.
Tomorrow sees us singing outdoors at night (sense?) at the enchanted forest night walk at Westonbirt Arboretum - as performers, we get free entry to the walk itself, so I'm hoping to take thirty or forty photos as I take my time going round.
Sunday is the combined societies Christmas concert, where everyone has to get together and pretend they like each other for an evening of entertaining crowds that are partisan and indifferent by turns. Knocking off the larp early and missing the IC christmas meal so I can do it - I only hope it's worth the time and effort. The big band consistently take the piss, the wind orchestra aren't particularly world-beaters and the Alley Barbers have combined egos so big that I appear positively modest in camparison - all things considered, I'm not holding my breath.
And on Saturday, I get to rehearse from ten through until six with BUSMS, before watching BUST perform Wyrd Sisters. With the exception of that (very) little highlight, If I could bypass the weekend and go straight to Monday, I would be eternally grateful.
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Date: 2005-12-08 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-08 02:31 pm (UTC)At least OpSoc were pretentiously annoying. BUSMS appear to be trying and failing to be nice.
Better the devil...
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Date: 2005-12-09 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-09 11:58 am (UTC)If not, then no, you won't. Don't forget that I'm still not particularly impressed with BUST in general.
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Date: 2005-12-09 09:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-09 11:46 am (UTC)Crossing fingers...Juilin genuinely wants to show off his girlfriend - first one he's ever had that's lasted more than a week.
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Date: 2005-12-09 02:26 pm (UTC)