Sheahzstaumm

Lasses and gents, I bid you “hello”. I would like to tell what events are happening in my life right now, if that does not prove too burdensome a task to undertake.

So the audition at Shenandoah Conservatory is Sat, April 9th. Good trees. I feel very well prepared for this audition, unlike the audition for JMU earlier in February. I owe my preparation to my new piano teacher: Craig Sams, a contact via my lady. Indeed, Mr. Sams has given me the structure I need in learning music, slowing pieces down and developing sophisticated fingering. As opposed to the untempered style I was playing with before. Now I emphasize constant tempo and strict interpretation of the music (purist). At JMU, my playing of Rachmaninoff could have been classified as somewhat unruly, had I compared my playing then to now. But all things run their course in due time. As I like to say, let’s see what happens.

In my two math classes, Vector Calculus and Mathematical Structures, I started out the semester acing the first test in both classes. However, as fate would have it, I dove into a momentary slump in grades, receiving an 84 in VC and a 60 in MS (Zombie-ish moan). But recently I have seriously applied myself, and did quite well on the last two tests, getting 94 on both tests. Along with a constant application till the end of the semester, individual curves and test replacements will help my grades out too, and let me achieve the Dean’s list this semester.

As for furry four-footed animals, I don’t have much to say.

Church seems to be going quite well. Grace Fellowship, Pastor Micah Young’s relatively young church, has so far been everything I could ever want in a church. It is, however, quite small, and not as professionalized as things at Rainbow Forest. But that’s not a bad thing. Music still is good at Grace. The one true chemist, Owen, is also the one true organ player, ripping open cadavers during service and strumming away. Back to reality though, I thoroughly enjoy Owen’s runs and sevenths and Gospel style approach, let alone his extensive experience with a pLofthera of old hymns and songs. But lo! I haven’t mentioned the impeccable addition my kindred structural engineer accomplishes with respect to the music at Grace! My brother, surname Brad, plays the Bass like a subset of Victor Wooten. Without the Bass, the music just seems bland and chalky, like too much calcium carbonate. But with the Bass my fiend, your head will involuntarily rock back n’ forth, much like the Earthsuit song, “Distortion.”

Now onto the strange and violent subject of Dendall. What has become of our long-lost friend? I do hope you pray for his salvation. Yeah, there is more than one sense of the word. Salvation from the anxiety of school-searching, as opposed to soul-searching, which we hope Dendall is not doing, because that would render this common conjurer at Chic-fil-a “New age-ish”.

But, sorry to end your hopes and dreams, but my lady has arrived, and I must leave.