||[Nov. 21st, 2006|11:44 pm]
Bostwig Van Hout
|||||Hector Berlioz - Marche au Supplice||]|
I have checked LJ in a long time. A chunk of my life is missing that can only be filled by personal details of people whom I hardly know (mostly through Speth). Oh, and Jett Payjack/Zebb.
In other news, it turns out that I've been playing trumpet wrong for 6 years, I find that if I adjust my lower lip to be completely inside the mothpiece rather than on the rim, I can hit higher notes with less stress but I have little control over tone and volume, it's like learning to walk again.
Even more pathetic, I have been writing more music lately, in fact a lot more. But all of it is still dwarfed by the works of Bach, Vivaldi, Mozart, Beethoven, Berlioz, Tcaikosvky, and other seemingly gigantic figures who have mastered the art of organizing sounds.
And Chris, I know I never formally wrote your dad a thank you note for the trumpet he gave me 2 or so years ago, but let him know that it's a great instrument and I am very thankful for it.
Atonality is causing me a mental breakdown. 12 tones, all 12 fucking pitches.
Thank you for reading.