kadenza: (cello)
In other news, I'm trying to get back into playing the cello. Every time I come upstairs I see it in the corner, looking forlorn. I also felt very guilty that most of the hairs had fallen out of the bow due to neglect. So a few weeks ago I took it in to get it rehaired, and got it back on Saturday. Fortunately I also decided to pick up a new chunk of rosin, because when I got home the old one was nowhere to be found. I found a stash of old music books I didn't even remember I had, including a book of rounds (not much use when playing by yourself, however).

Anyway, my first time playing in about a decade was yesterday afternoon, and it wasn't too terrible. I did it down in the basement in the hopes of causing limited disturbance to neighbours. My fingers are killing me–I should maybe take a break from it today so I don't get blisters. At one point Nat came down to listen and told me, "I don't know why, but your playing is making me feel cold all over!" which is... good I guess? It gave her chills? The last time I played, she was not even born.

I've also located a community orchestra that rehearses just a few blocks from here, though their season is over and starts up again in September. It may be the impetus I need to actually play, and keep playing.

[edited to add...] Looking back over my "cello" tag, I discovered that in 2006 I was told by a Sound Post repair dude that the neck was about to fall off. I had completely forgotten about that. Well, it seems ok so far. I guess I'll keep practicing and hope it doesn't explode.

cake talk

May. 24th, 2011 06:06 pm
kadenza: (generosity)
[livejournal.com profile] newschick and I went to see Cake on Saturday night. It was my sixth time seeing them, which isn't bad considering they don't tour very often. Anyway, we enjoyed ourselves despite the horrible venue (Sound Academy) which was made much more tolerable by the balcony tickets. Down below it was a complete general-admission mob scene I'm so thankful not to have been a part of. The capacity there is like 3200... ugh. Anyway, they played 21 songs and there was no opening act which was quite refreshing. I also danced like I was having a seizure, and I just didn't care who saw me.

On the way home we discussed how Cake is nothing if not consistent. You know what you're going to get, recorded or live. Speaking of recordings, I recently learned that their latest is their first-ever #1 album in 17 years. Quite a feat, considering they were dumped by their label and went indie after the last one, for refusing to put out a greatest hits. So, they must be pretty pleased about that.
kadenza: (newsflash)
...but today I put on some of my old Howard Jones records and discovered that What Is Love and Like To Get To Know You Well are the exact same song. Huh.
kadenza: (wow)
Yesterday I put a bit more work into my fortress of solitude (a room in the basement where I have all my paints, craft stuff and sewing machine). I hooked up a stereo system that is perfectly good except the CD changer is broken. I cleaned up my turntable, found the pre-amp and other assorted wires and got everything all plugged in. This afternoon I lugged my record collection downstairs and listened to a few albums while working on Nattie's costume. I started out with the mint copy of Murmur I bought at Amoeba Records in San Fransisco four years ago for $1.

I have to say that it sounds GREAT. I thought it would be a fair to middling substitute for the CD player or my iPod (which I tried plugging in but sounds like crap) but it turns out it's way better. There's just something exciting about vinyl. I *like* getting up to flip the record over. I *like* having to listen to an entire album all the way through, the way it was meant to be heard, in groups of songs carefully selected to work together. I look forward to raiding my local used record store for more. It's going to be a long winter and I should stock up.


Jul. 10th, 2008 10:59 am
kadenza: (weather)
I forgot to post yesterday about how it went wit the Beth Orton show on Tuesday. Well, I was thrilled to be going out by myself at night and bid husband and child a fond adieu. It started to drizzle a bit and I put up my umbrella and enjoyed the sounds and smells of the summer rain. By the time I got up to the Danforth, however, it had turned into a mother-effing downpour and I might as well not have had an umbrella at all. The rain was falling downwards, upwards and sideways. My pants could not have been wetter if I had put them on straight from the washer. The bottom half of my shirt was soaked and even my hair was wet. My shoes were filled with water and I had to actually take them off and pour them out before entering the theatre. Which was of course air-conditioned, making it a very cold and damp experience. Then the show was delayed by almost 45 minutes because there was water falling on the stage.

There was a blind man seated next to me who had very poor personal hygiene. He wore a ripped shirt, white shorts, or rather shorts that may have been white a long time ago, and had a large red sauce stain down his front. He had an unpleasant yet familiar aroma that I finally identified as essence of Chicken McNugget (thus solving the sauce mystery as well). I'm fairly well acquainted with members of the blind community, but never have I met one so smelly. He told the usher he wanted to go to the meet 'n greet with Beth afterwards, and the usher said he'd "take care" of him. Lucky her.

Anyway, despite all that I somehow managed to enjoy the show. A woman who lives two doors down turned out to be sitting directly behind me, also enjoying a solo night on the town because her husband was at the ballgame. We walked home together and it turns out she's a graphic designer too. It was so nice to get home and finally take off my sopping shoes and get into some nice dry jammies.


Jul. 8th, 2008 07:42 pm
kadenza: (yeah)
I'm on my way out to see Beth Orton. Marshall is taking care of Nattie.
I'm excited! It's 5 minutes from here. Here I go.


Oct. 4th, 2007 08:21 am
kadenza: (heinous)
My iTunes woes are largely taken care of. I discovered that more than a few problems were caused by extra spaces, of all things. I noticed that some of the artist names were off-centre in Cover Flow view, and discovered about 10 extra spaces after many of them. So that was fixed. It may or may not have been caused by Natalie, who happened to be sitting on my lap and hammering away on the space bar while I was trying to fix the tags.

While waiting, I've been tracking my shipment and watching it travel from the factory in China to Hong Kong to Alaska to Tennessee and finally to the Mississauga sorting plant this morning. Then I read about the factory conditions at iPod City in Longhua, China. 15-hr days, low wages, packed dormitories, no visitors, armed guards, strange self-discipline exercises. I expect my bundle of joy to arrive later today, but I feel a little queasy about it considering the amount of suffering and fossil fuel it's taken to get it to me. It's like catching a glimpse of the kitchen at Golden Griddle and then losing your appetite.
kadenza: (macpc)
So I saw the new Nano in the Apple store on Friday and decided it was finally time to succumb. It has started its journey from China and will be here on the 8th, and so I'm trying to move my music collection over to iTunes. I am pretty much hating it so far. It divides up a bunch of tracks from the same album into multiple albums for no apparent reason (and won't let me click and drag tracks to the album to which they belong). It claims it can't find the album art for "Physical Graffiti". It seems completely incapable of looking up a rogue track and figuring out which album it came from. I'm quite iRate.
kadenza: (?)
Still haven't finished that band survey, but it got me thinking about Depeche Mode and the Music for the Masses tour in '88. I googled around and found the setlist for the tour. That's right, they played the *exact same setlist* for all 101 dates of that tour. The same 22 songs, every night for 8 months. It's amazing they didn't all off themselves. Or did they? It was a pretty good show, anyway.
kadenza: (generosity)
I forget who it was who recommended the new-ish Sloan album ([livejournal.com profile] professor_booty ? ok it was [livejournal.com profile] fuzzpsych), but anyway I've really been enjoying it, so thanks!
kadenza: (syntax error)
Every time I start up my music player, it tries to interpret my Age of Kings game as a music CD. More specifically, it thinks it might be "Elvis: 30 #1 Hits". Not a bad guess, I suppose.


Feb. 2nd, 2007 08:39 am
kadenza: (macpc)
I had to make a diagram of a spinning wheel for the CNIB yesterday. The blind proofreaders were a bit confused about what the string connecting the wheel and the spindle is for (and I will admit that until recently, I had no idea either) but when I explained to them that it's basically like the chain of a bicycle, they both ahhhed in recognition. Do they have bikes?

What else. Oh yes, the new Shins album that came unexpectedly in the mail last week (don't you just love pre-ordering something and then forgetting all about it?) began to appeal to me yesterday in a big way. I've listened to it maybe three times all the way through, and it seems that listen #4 was the turning point. Some tracks are still a bit ehh, but the others make up for it. I get a real Smiths vibe from some of them... odd. It came with a sticker, but as usual I don't want to stick it anywhere. I would have much preferred a window cling.

I bought Wired magazine yesterday for I think the second time ever, motivated solely by the delicious picture of John Hodgman on the cover. Hottttt.


Dec. 17th, 2006 09:34 am
kadenza: (carcassonne)
Yesterday was simply action-packed!

First off, games at [livejournal.com profile] epi_lj and [livejournal.com profile] okoshun's place with a bunch of LJ people, but I'm too lazy to do all those tags. We only stayed a few hours (ok, five) but managed to get a few games in. My camel game, which was quick and easy, and then British Rails, which was long and hard. Actually, it was kind of fun, but due to bad planning I kept running out of capital to extend my rail lines, which is kind of the point of the game. After about two hours, we agreed to call the game due to mass frustration. I was actually kind of enjoying it despite my dismal performance. I was only two turns away from starting to generate some serious cash and possibly turning my fortunes around. But anyway, fun, and you get to draw on the board. I definitely wouldn't mind trying it again.

We also played SingStar on the PS2, my first foray into the sinister world of karaoke. When it was my turn to sing, my heart actually skipped a few times due to performance anxiety, but I calmed down soon because it was surprisingly fun. And [livejournal.com profile] clawfoot and I ended up exactly tied in a singing duel (Always something there to remind me), which was quite a feat. Marshie and I also did a duet of Love Shack. Amusing.

We left at 6 so I could get home, have dinner and chill before I went out to see Sarah Slean down at the Harbourfront theatre. I got there at 8:15 in the middle of the opening act, which sounded kind of lame so I stayed in the lobby on a couch and talked to a chick who had come with her sister from Florida just for the show. She said that she's a big fan, and SS never tours in the US and no one's ever heard of her down there, so what choice does she have. Anyway, they seemed to be enjoying the city, and I'm sure it was worth the trip for her because it was really good. I had an excellent seat in the second row at a perfect angle. Sarah was accompanied only by her own piano and occasionally a string quartet. She did all of my favourites and finished off with Wake up and Your wish is my wish, my very favourites. I'm very hormonal these days anyway, but I had tears in my eyes.

I called Marshie as soon as it was over, and by the time I got out to the street he was just pulling up. Then we went home and I slept for 9 hours. And that was yesterday.
kadenza: (intermission)
So there are a couple of Sarah Slean shows this weekend, but by the time I found out about them, it was too late to get anything but seats in the very back of the last balcony. I'm a front-row kind of gal, so I decided not to bother.

Last week I was browsing a SS message board and found a person who was selling a single ticket (BB-- second row) to Saturday's show at face value, because a friend had cancelled on her him. I immediately messaged her him, but the seller wrote back to tell me that two other people had beat me to it, so I was third in line.

But then, the first person bailed. The second had not been heard from for days, and the ticket was nearly mine. Alas, the second person emerged from the woodwork yesterday and claimed the ticket. Blah. But this morning the original poster emailed me back, saying that yet another friend had cancelled on her him, and yet another ticket is up for grabs. This one is mine. Mine mine mine.
kadenza: (phys ed)
I just got back from an invigorating workout at the gym and am now tucking into a giant salad and mug of asparagus soup. If only I could remember how good I feel after the gym, when I'm trying to get myself motivated to go.

While at the gym, I finally saw my cousin Jon's latest Old Navy "Get your fash on" commercial. He wrote the music for all of them, but in this one (where people and dogs are jumping out of xmas presents) apparently he sings, too. Somehow, my indy musician cuz who lives in Hull, Quebec scored a three-commercial deal with the Deutsch advertising agency in New York. We were kidding with him at a cousinly dinner in Ottawa two weeks ago about whether it bothered him that he had "sold out". Not in the least, apparently, and I don't blame him.
kadenza: (schnitzel)
Yesterday I started thinking about one of my favourite camp songs, which I call One Bottle of Pop but I actually have no idea what the real title might be. All three parts are sung at the same time, but some Googling has revealed that there may be other verses. I'm hoping that my vast and far-flung readership may know of variations.

Part 1:
One bottle of pop, two bottles of pop, three bottles of pop, four bottles of pop
Five bottles of pop, six bottles of pop, seven seven bottles of pop

Part 2:
Don't throw your junk in my backyard, my backyard, my backyard
Don't throw your junk in my backyard, my backyard's full

Part 3:
Fish and chips and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar
Fish and chips and vinegar, pepper pepper pepper salt

Great for car trips as well as campfires. Repeat until hoarse, or threatened with a beating.

[EDIT-- in a move I will probably soon regret, I have just recorded and uploaded the song]

Album Meme

Apr. 9th, 2006 09:02 pm
kadenza: (rick)
Might as well do it too...
the formative years )


Feb. 15th, 2006 08:11 am
kadenza: (Default)
We had a perfect Valentine's day-- did nothing, bought nothing, and didn't utter a word about it. Bliss.

My cello comes back from the hospital today. I wonder if I'll be able to practice with the required zeal with the knowledge that it could fly apart at any moment. It's just like when I found out about my cyst last summer, and suddenly felt paranoid that even treading too heavily was going to rupture it. In the meantime, I've been channeling my musical impulses into my guitar. My fingers are killing me, but they'll toughen up soon.

I've started a scarf with my leftover balls of Noro, so it will match my handwarmers and hat.

I gave the rats an entire carrot, complete with leaves, for breakfast this morning. I pictured them sitting around it gnawing together in harmony, but forgot to take greed into account. Baby took a few nibbles of the greenery and then seized the carrot (which was longer than her entire body, including tail) and started stuffing it down the stairwell. It got stuck at several points along the way, and her sisters took the opportunity to sample the carrot during these interludes, which only heightened her urgency to HIDE FOOD. Baby managed to wrestle the carrot all the way to her top-secret food stash behind the log cabin in the basement of the cage, and then discovered that it's only the worst-kept secret in rattyland. Even frail, blind and deaf Petra raids it regularly.
kadenza: (generosity)
I've been browsing a sheet music site and have found a number of cello scores that include an accompaniment CD. This is an innovation that did not (to my knowledge) exist back when I had to practice regularly. I'm in.

>add to basket
kadenza: (generosity)
How many songs: 668- I should really work a little harder on ripping the old CD collection, but it's so much work.

Sort by song title:
First Song: (Don't go back to) Rockville- R.E.M.
Last Song: Your wish is my wish- Sarah Slean

Sort by time:
Shortest Song: Nap Pulls Kip - Napoleon Dynamite soundtrack (0:15)
Longest Song: Galaxy of emptiness - Beth Orton (10:11) Damn, long song.

Sort by album:
First Song: Ava Adore - The Smashing Pumpkins (Album = "Adore")
Last Song: Praise You - Fatboy Slim (Album = "You've come a long way, baby")

Top Five Most Played Songs:
Sadly, my music player does not seem to keep statistics

First song that comes up on Shuffle: We'll come to be - The Apples In Stereo

"sex", how many songs come up? None??
"death", how many songs come up? Still none!
"love", how many songs come up? 18
"you", how many songs come up? 38
"me", how many songs come up? 24


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