21.11.14

Dead Man Walking.


 Ah.. so my guitar professor just called me asking me why did I wanted to change to another teacher who's way better than him. I didn't tell him anything, I didn't want to let him down. But he found out.
 He was kind of hipped. I think it was a matter of ego. Was he angered? 
 At least now I have (one of) the best professor. This guilt...

 N sent me a video he made for the FADU and now I have create the music for the soundtrack, he also showed me the temp track and asked for something that sounds "electric, as well as epic (?), have you seen "Dead Man" with Johnny Depp? Well something like that (...)". I must start, first redo the tutorials. I have to make contacts.

 Yes! I found the project.

15.11.14

Can we Climb this Mountain?


 "...When you are having problems interpreting a classical piece, just think of why you like popular music. It turns out that in popular music it does not matter if the singer is decent, because they will sing their lyrics with lots of meaning..."
 Something the conservatoire principal said yesterday about music articulation.
 Okay. One Speed can and ready to go.

12.11.14

Sketching lines.



Finished the impressionist composition, magnifique. Everyone claimed it was outstanding. I wonder what the professor said. I bet she didn't even open the SoundCloud link nor read the score.
Sketching lines... more sketching lines.

Ugh... such a hard week: make a short composition, this time a folk stub. I heavily dislike making folklore and other types of popular music... other than rock itself. Reunions for the presentation of History works. Harmonic instrument scores (not a problem, actually). Study another choral. Instrument. Review some other chorals for that dickhead. Bang my head against the wall. 

Ugh... I got an 8 as a final note in one subject. I shouldn't have invited that guy to study.

2.11.14

Sun in Earth.



Por favor, no hagas promesas sobre el bidet.
Por favor, no me abras más los sobres. 
Por favor, yo te prometo te escribiré 
Si es que para de correr. 

Por favor, sigue la sombra de mi bebé, 
Por favor, no bebas más, no llores. 
Por favor, yo te prometo te escribiré 
si es que para de llover. 

Porque me tratas tan bien, me tratas tan mal 
Sabés que no aprendí a vivir. 
A veces estoy tan bien,  estoy tan down. 

Calambres en el alma
Cada cual tiene un trip en el bocho 
Difícil que lleguemos a ponernos de acuerdo.




 Fuck I missed the last 5 (6) choir rehearsals I might as well give an external exam... 
Oh, finish the composition, nicely made, practice and do some reading excercices.