Oh man. I have a ton of work to do this weekend, but all I did today was practice for pit. I mean, I suppose I needed to do that too, but considering how this past week was basically one big nervous breakdown about how behind I am with all my schoolwork, you'd think I'd be motivated to at least read a little Gertrude Stein or something. I have a stack of readings, a stack of worksheets, and a pretty enormous lab to do, and I guess I'll just have to do it all tomorrow. And I guess we won't have band practice. Sigh.
Yeah, we have a band again. We rehearsed on Tuesday. The thing is, Greg is already doing the talent show with another band. (Read: a better band) Without Greg, we did the only logical thing - We got his girlfriend instead. Ani is our drummer. After the three of them rehearsed without me last weekend, I asked Dave and Julian how she is.
"She's... You know, she can keep a beat. She's a drummer, is it really a big deal?" said Dave.
"She's really enthusiastic," said Julian, making a face. "I think it's too late to kick her out."
These were pretty much accurate descriptions. Oh man. I like Ani, but I am concerned. She's okay, but... I would hope that better musicians would want to be associated with me. Seriously, why her? Why couldn't we get Noah, or at least Matt the overly jovial bass drummer?
I'm feeling like my status within the musical elite is dropping. The first pit rehearsal did not go well. Mostly because I have a bunch of solos that I didn't look at beforehand. "...How did you feel about pit practice yesterday?" said Mr. Thomas to me before this week's competition.
"Um... I felt like I should have practiced more."
"Alright, well, just know that I'm still not concerned." This made me feel considerably less good than the last time he said he wasn't concerned. Clearly, I was an, um... unlikely candidate for the guitar part. Clearly, he does have cause to be a little concerned. He's saying, "Alright Aidan, I know this isn't your primary instrument, but I believe that you can rise to the challenge that is an intermediate guitar part."
Rob makes me terribly nervous. Now that I'm in pit with him, he's suddenly acting much friendlier to me, like he respects me more. I am terrified that he will find out that I am a poser.
Am I a poser? Do I have the right to call myself a serious guitarist? I really can't figure it out.
Well, at least there is a considerable possibility that I will be un-Stratocastered before the show. Yes, I have a Squier Stratocaster. Besides screaming "poser," Squier Stratocasters sound like shit. Today I told my mother that I believe it is time for me to graduate to an actually well-made guitar. And surprisingly, she agreed with me! She agreed with me even though I am too poor to buy a nice guitar myself! She said that she has actually been thinking about this, is willing to pitch in a lot, and wants to get me one before I have to perform with it!
The only thing is, I really know nothing about musical hardware. The only way I can identify a well made guitar before I play it is by the price. And I am poor. (Have I mentioned that already?) So... if anyone happens apon this entry and wants to tell me what kind of guitar I should get, within the three hundred, maybe four hundred dollar range, it would be much appreciated. I'll probably end up just going to the Music Store and asking John anyway, but hey, I like notes. Keep in mind that I am primarily a jazz musician.
I should also probably mention that I got my license. This would be a big deal, except for the fact that I have no car or social life and therefor will most likely only drive myself to band practice every other week or so.
Oh man, I feel so bad for slacking. What kind of person needs a day off every week? Seriously.
Ugh. I can't afford to take a day off every week. That's pathetic. I'm thinking next year: concert band, gym, four art classes and AP French.
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