I am playing in a contemporary music ensemble this semester for my grad assistantship, and (perhaps) unfortunately I got randomly picked to play this french modern piece about the ocean. It's just little squiggles of sound mostly, with lots of slurpy slides in between. It's not horrible really, just a pain in the ass to play. And as an added bonus, the composer is going to be working on it with us. At our read-through, the conductor told us that there are two types of modern composers: those who will never know if you fake some things, and those who know exactly what every part sound like and will call you on it if you do it wrong. This guy is the second type. I don't think it's going to make for very fun rehearsals probably.
In other news, my fingers swell up every time I practice for an extended period. I don't think it means anything is wrong with me, but it's certainly strange and a little unnerving. I feel like I have sausages for hands a lot of the time.
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