Alright so I have an acoustic song that I said I was working on. I uploaded it onto Youtube as an unlisted video. Have a link =)
Lol jokes.
Alright I don't think anyone cares enough to remember this (pause to sob quietly). So here are some hints.
Lol jokes break these pictionaries first.
This clue would help if you scrolled some, or ctrl-f'd some key terms =)
Or another clue,
This clue would help if you scrolled some.
Lastly, for all those people that just can't find the YouTube link, I'll make it public in a few weeks and relink you here :D
rondo alla turca!
After half a year or so I have finally got Rondo Alla Turca close enough to perfect that I am satisfied.
I first started out just learning the sheet music (reading only the treble becauseI have so much trouble reading bass guitar is a treble instrument and can't do bass notes anyway).
Luckily, the first way I learnt it was economical in the way I did not have to change positions unnecessarily, and therefore I change positions at the same places in the final version and when I first started. Needless to say the part with all the semiquavers was a huge pain in the ass. It's like the musical equivalent of a wall of text (wait actually, that's the music that Kerry is playing right now. Rondo Alla Turca has nothing on that).Seeing as I suck at reading sheet music I was compelled to ragequit but I powered through.
About half a week ago I had a minor epiphany and decided to minimise the use of my right hand for picking, as most of my unclean playing was lack of coordination between my right and left hands for the semiquaver part. As you would see in the video, my right hand doesn't pick very much at all in the semiquaver part.
My other epiphany was to use a metronome. Prior to recording this video, I listened to the metronome for a minute straight, until I breathed, thought, LIVED at 120bpm. I am happy with this as the tempo I settle on; 120bpm is already a bit above the "allegretto" tempo direction anyway.
I was a little choppy at the start but not horribly so. Then it gets better. Then at the end (the outro, no I don't know the classical term) I barred the metronome completely, but I don't think you would notice haha.
Wow I can ramble so much. Without further ado, here is the video!
To Shelley, who massively jumped the gun and found my video before it even finished processing, it's because Youtube was still processing the video and that's why it was all messed up haha. I'm very surprised you managed to find it that fast!
I first started out just learning the sheet music (reading only the treble because
Luckily, the first way I learnt it was economical in the way I did not have to change positions unnecessarily, and therefore I change positions at the same places in the final version and when I first started. Needless to say the part with all the semiquavers was a huge pain in the ass. It's like the musical equivalent of a wall of text (wait actually, that's the music that Kerry is playing right now. Rondo Alla Turca has nothing on that).
About half a week ago I had a minor epiphany and decided to minimise the use of my right hand for picking, as most of my unclean playing was lack of coordination between my right and left hands for the semiquaver part. As you would see in the video, my right hand doesn't pick very much at all in the semiquaver part.
My other epiphany was to use a metronome. Prior to recording this video, I listened to the metronome for a minute straight, until I breathed, thought, LIVED at 120bpm. I am happy with this as the tempo I settle on; 120bpm is already a bit above the "allegretto" tempo direction anyway.
I was a little choppy at the start but not horribly so. Then it gets better. Then at the end (the outro, no I don't know the classical term) I barred the metronome completely, but I don't think you would notice haha.
Wow I can ramble so much. Without further ado, here is the video!
To Shelley, who massively jumped the gun and found my video before it even finished processing, it's because Youtube was still processing the video and that's why it was all messed up haha. I'm very surprised you managed to find it that fast!
i do believe in fairies
I am still very much a kid.
I find it fun to rub my feet on carpet and zap people.
Shoving freezing cold hands down someone's back is a great idea.
It's still fun to use those plastic tubes to water cannon and shoot people.
There's still something immensely satisfying with shouting like an idiot and running around the oval.
I would sprain my ankle just to prove someone sucks as a goalie
It's immensely funny when you go up to a girl and say some stupid line as if you're trying to pick them up.
It's even funnier to dare someone and watch them
Why walk around stuff when you canjump over it like a retard parkour?
I've made it a point to jump off the W block railings every day after rollcall to avoid the mass of bodies shuffling towards C block.
I like not caring enough about exams, knowing that my teachers won't (really) care either.
There's not much that matches the high of wailing Bohemian Rhapsody at the top of your lungs in some sick, twisted "cover".
Everything you say can still be retorted with "your mum" or "your face"
Calling "that's what she said" can still be hilarious.
Having a grade thing (these days its "sour about life") is freaking awesome.
Punishment chair. Say no more.
Burning things still mesmerises me
Laughing at inappropriate racist and dead baby jokes is still acceptable at this age (Y)
Bowties are fucking awesome.
I like my life not being defined by a number
I'll miss when you can get high just from being a retard.
I enjoy laughing until I can't breathe and until I have tears streaming.
The end of high school is way too close.
Sorry was that a downer?
I find it fun to rub my feet on carpet and zap people.
Shoving freezing cold hands down someone's back is a great idea.
It's still fun to use those plastic tubes to water cannon and shoot people.
There's still something immensely satisfying with shouting like an idiot and running around the oval.
I would sprain my ankle just to prove someone sucks as a goalie
It's immensely funny when you go up to a girl and say some stupid line as if you're trying to pick them up.
It's even funnier to dare someone and watch them
Why walk around stuff when you can
I've made it a point to jump off the W block railings every day after rollcall to avoid the mass of bodies shuffling towards C block.
I like not caring enough about exams, knowing that my teachers won't (really) care either.
There's not much that matches the high of wailing Bohemian Rhapsody at the top of your lungs in some sick, twisted "cover".
Everything you say can still be retorted with "your mum" or "your face"
Calling "that's what she said" can still be hilarious.
Having a grade thing (these days its "sour about life") is freaking awesome.
Punishment chair. Say no more.
Burning things still mesmerises me
Laughing at inappropriate racist and dead baby jokes is still acceptable at this age (Y)
Bowties are fucking awesome.
I like my life not being defined by a number
I'll miss when you can get high just from being a retard.
I enjoy laughing until I can't breathe and until I have tears streaming.
The end of high school is way too close.
Sorry was that a downer?
imho?
We look at the past as being misogynistic and sexist.
Women were oppressed, stayed at home, cooked and cleaned, and raised the kids. The man of the house was the only guy to work.
But keep in mind that these things made perfect sense to the family back then. To deviate, that is, for a woman to go outside and get her own job, is a breach of the mutual expectations they had for each other - much like nowadays when you go into a relationship there's a mutual expectation that there will be no cheating. Who knows, in the future promiscuity may be encouraged, and people look back and think "what a fucked up and oppressed society. I mean, people can't even have sex when they feel like it?!"
It's not fair to the people of the past to look at their society condescendingly and click our tongues at the asshole-ness of men in the traditional household. Because it wasn't just the men oppressing the women. The women were oppressing themselves too, in a way. It's in their entire mindset about what a marriage should and shouldn't be.
So what I'm saying is, until we get it perfect (we don't), we don't have a right to ridicule other methods.
This holds true for condescension towards your peers. A few people tout their own opinions as facts. Opinions extrapolated from what little they actually know about the topic. The complicated thing involved is when you start waving "credentials". Which is often an older sibling who has done the HSC, gone to uni, etc etc.
Firstly of first, just because your sibling has been there, doesn't mean you know shit. And does not mean we have not done any research.
Secondly of first, just because your sibling has gone to (we'll use uni as an examples because it's the first to pop in my head) does NOT mean that he/she has extensive knowledge of entrance procedures, course details etc, of EVERY BLOODY COURSE AT UNI. Even less likely is the fact that they have passed any knowledge onto you.
Firstly of second, as a younger sibling it's easy to believe everything your older sibling says. They're like the fountain of knowledge that comes in junior size, and is easily accessible to you. So you take from it regardless, blindly, no matter how dodgy and obviously half-assed the answer is. If you are a younger sibling and find this hard to read (mainly because it may sound exactly like you), then consider this: The amount of times you have waved your brother/sister's "utterings of truth" in front of other people's faces suggests you admire them more than you care to admit to yourself.
So that went off on a tangent, but the point is:
-Just because you heard it, it does not mean he/she is answering your properly (or at all). I cannot imagine the amount of times I have said "yes" without listening to the question.
-Just because your sibling said it, does not mean it's true.
-Just because your sibling is somewhat involved in it, does not mean that you have ANY knowledge on the topic
And finally
-Just because you think so, doesn't mean you're right.
Women were oppressed, stayed at home, cooked and cleaned, and raised the kids. The man of the house was the only guy to work.
But keep in mind that these things made perfect sense to the family back then. To deviate, that is, for a woman to go outside and get her own job, is a breach of the mutual expectations they had for each other - much like nowadays when you go into a relationship there's a mutual expectation that there will be no cheating. Who knows, in the future promiscuity may be encouraged, and people look back and think "what a fucked up and oppressed society. I mean, people can't even have sex when they feel like it?!"
It's not fair to the people of the past to look at their society condescendingly and click our tongues at the asshole-ness of men in the traditional household. Because it wasn't just the men oppressing the women. The women were oppressing themselves too, in a way. It's in their entire mindset about what a marriage should and shouldn't be.
So what I'm saying is, until we get it perfect (we don't), we don't have a right to ridicule other methods.
This holds true for condescension towards your peers. A few people tout their own opinions as facts. Opinions extrapolated from what little they actually know about the topic. The complicated thing involved is when you start waving "credentials". Which is often an older sibling who has done the HSC, gone to uni, etc etc.
Firstly of first, just because your sibling has been there, doesn't mean you know shit. And does not mean we have not done any research.
Secondly of first, just because your sibling has gone to (we'll use uni as an examples because it's the first to pop in my head) does NOT mean that he/she has extensive knowledge of entrance procedures, course details etc, of EVERY BLOODY COURSE AT UNI. Even less likely is the fact that they have passed any knowledge onto you.
Firstly of second, as a younger sibling it's easy to believe everything your older sibling says. They're like the fountain of knowledge that comes in junior size, and is easily accessible to you. So you take from it regardless, blindly, no matter how dodgy and obviously half-assed the answer is. If you are a younger sibling and find this hard to read (mainly because it may sound exactly like you), then consider this: The amount of times you have waved your brother/sister's "utterings of truth" in front of other people's faces suggests you admire them more than you care to admit to yourself.
So that went off on a tangent, but the point is:
-Just because you heard it, it does not mean he/she is answering your properly (or at all). I cannot imagine the amount of times I have said "yes" without listening to the question.
-Just because your sibling said it, does not mean it's true.
-Just because your sibling is somewhat involved in it, does not mean that you have ANY knowledge on the topic
And finally
-Just because you think so, doesn't mean you're right.
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Yay thank you guys for reading and helping me hit 5k views =D
In just under 50 posts too =)
On a related note, I realised that the old blog I shared with Max still gets about 450 views per month. Which is something like 15 posts per day =D. Which makes no sense at all but is still quite interesting.
Aaanyways I know a vast proportion of you aspire to be something in the field of medicine. There are a few professions that I have to address, before you rush off and make the same mistakes.
GP
When I walk into your office, I don't get why you ask me "How are you?". "I'm very good, doctor. I just wanted to visit and see how YOU were doing!"
NO, SHERLOCK. I AM HERE BECAUSE I AM NOT WELL, AND WOULD LIKE YOU TO HELP. BUT BECAUSE IT WILL BE SOCIALLY AWKWARD TO SAY WHAT I MEAN, I'LL JUST SAY "I'm fine thanks" and proceed to detail why I'm not okay.
The GP from where I used to go has it down pat: "How may I help you today, Jeff?" Now THAT is an accurate greeting =)
Dentist
WHY do you insist on having a conversation when you are cleaning my teeth. Ngy ouh ih wige ohan. That is dentist chair speak for "My mouth is wide open". I cannot pronounce 90% of the consonants in the English alphabet, and yet you insist on asking me shit. There is a lovely little time called "before" and a wondrous time called "after", but "during" is just retarded.
Also the sucking tube thing makes my mouth so dry that I feel like gagging when I swallow. Not that there's much you can do about that, unfortunately. I also have great trouble finding a good place to hide my tongue. You know, generally it goes next to my teeth but unfortunately that doesn't work so well...
I also feel awkies when the tools fling spit into your face. It's not my fault, per se, but it still is kinda gross. But I'm glad you don't even acknowledge it.
Physio (style treatment)
I am CERTAIN there is a better way to find out what is wrong with my joint/whatever apart from the "Does it hurt?" technique. I mean usually it doesn't hurt that much because I personally haven't got major injuries. But I can imagine that kind of test going epically wrong.
Lastly I am working on a guitar arrangement of Rondo Alla Turca =D. I have shown a few people what it looks/sounds like now, and if you wanna listen just tell me on MSN and I'll send you a recording. I think I found the sheet music last year, and background project'd it all the way until today. And I magically found a way to voice it nicely yesterday and it sounds BETTER, but not perfect because I still need muscle memoriez =D
Yayay personal to do list, just because I feel like I need it SOMEWHERE:
Get estimate
Ag report/exam
3u story
Bio report
2u shakespeare
In just under 50 posts too =)
On a related note, I realised that the old blog I shared with Max still gets about 450 views per month. Which is something like 15 posts per day =D. Which makes no sense at all but is still quite interesting.
Aaanyways I know a vast proportion of you aspire to be something in the field of medicine. There are a few professions that I have to address, before you rush off and make the same mistakes.
GP
When I walk into your office, I don't get why you ask me "How are you?". "I'm very good, doctor. I just wanted to visit and see how YOU were doing!"
NO, SHERLOCK. I AM HERE BECAUSE I AM NOT WELL, AND WOULD LIKE YOU TO HELP. BUT BECAUSE IT WILL BE SOCIALLY AWKWARD TO SAY WHAT I MEAN, I'LL JUST SAY "I'm fine thanks" and proceed to detail why I'm not okay.
The GP from where I used to go has it down pat: "How may I help you today, Jeff?" Now THAT is an accurate greeting =)
Dentist
WHY do you insist on having a conversation when you are cleaning my teeth. Ngy ouh ih wige ohan. That is dentist chair speak for "My mouth is wide open". I cannot pronounce 90% of the consonants in the English alphabet, and yet you insist on asking me shit. There is a lovely little time called "before" and a wondrous time called "after", but "during" is just retarded.
Also the sucking tube thing makes my mouth so dry that I feel like gagging when I swallow. Not that there's much you can do about that, unfortunately. I also have great trouble finding a good place to hide my tongue. You know, generally it goes next to my teeth but unfortunately that doesn't work so well...
I also feel awkies when the tools fling spit into your face. It's not my fault, per se, but it still is kinda gross. But I'm glad you don't even acknowledge it.
Physio (style treatment)
I am CERTAIN there is a better way to find out what is wrong with my joint/whatever apart from the "Does it hurt?" technique. I mean usually it doesn't hurt that much because I personally haven't got major injuries. But I can imagine that kind of test going epically wrong.
Lastly I am working on a guitar arrangement of Rondo Alla Turca =D. I have shown a few people what it looks/sounds like now, and if you wanna listen just tell me on MSN and I'll send you a recording. I think I found the sheet music last year, and background project'd it all the way until today. And I magically found a way to voice it nicely yesterday and it sounds BETTER, but not perfect because I still need muscle memoriez =D
Yayay personal to do list, just because I feel like I need it SOMEWHERE:
Get estimate
Ag report/exam
3u story
Bio report
2u shakespeare
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reprise
Greetings, you can unbate your breaths now. Because obviously you all enjoy reading my thinly veiled rants about stuff I don't like. And eagerly await the next installment. If you like it then you should've put a ring on it. Or in less metaphorical terms, just follow this blog (handy link in right column) =D
Anyways props go to leads in the 2011 production of The Boyfriend. I'm sure other people can go into more detail than me in gushing about whatever there is to gush about. Chorus, set crew, sound&lighting, orchestra, hair&makeup, stage crew, even minor leads, we both know that no-one really gives a crap about you. Even though without you, the show would be rather retarded, you know the audience doesn't give half a shit about you. But good job nonetheless. Spiffing job.
My favourite song musically was the Carnivale Tango. Good for me, it was also really damn easy on guitar. Sadly for me, the freaking chorus blocks my view of the lower stage which means I miss 3/4 of the Tango. So I will totally need to steal a DVD =). I'm sure the other dances were great but I did not know the songs very well at all and juggling reading sheet music (which I am not amazing at in the first place) and watching Mr Best is pushing the capabilities of my masculine un-multitaskable mind.
Saturday audience was just filled with retards who over-react to everything. Roger, who was next to me, joined in on the facepalming at the crowd who cheered and coo'ed at anything that moved or spoke or otherwise remotely showed signs of life. That's not to belittle the actor's performances, at times they were truly hilarious. At other times, they were just forwarding the plot. Which isn't remotely funny.
Btw *hi5* if you cheered for Ben, or for the girl who played the Big Ben midnight bell chime properly. Wait hang on, nobody gives a shit about the orchestra. Just for "The rage of the continent. Gaspard and Bonita. Pedro and Lolita. Pepe and Lesquisha(spelling?).", then =)
Anyways props go to leads in the 2011 production of The Boyfriend. I'm sure other people can go into more detail than me in gushing about whatever there is to gush about. Chorus, set crew, sound&lighting, orchestra, hair&makeup, stage crew, even minor leads, we both know that no-one really gives a crap about you. Even though without you, the show would be rather retarded, you know the audience doesn't give half a shit about you. But good job nonetheless. Spiffing job.
My favourite song musically was the Carnivale Tango. Good for me, it was also really damn easy on guitar. Sadly for me, the freaking chorus blocks my view of the lower stage which means I miss 3/4 of the Tango. So I will totally need to steal a DVD =). I'm sure the other dances were great but I did not know the songs very well at all and juggling reading sheet music (which I am not amazing at in the first place) and watching Mr Best is pushing the capabilities of my masculine un-multitaskable mind.
Saturday audience was just filled with retards who over-react to everything. Roger, who was next to me, joined in on the facepalming at the crowd who cheered and coo'ed at anything that moved or spoke or otherwise remotely showed signs of life. That's not to belittle the actor's performances, at times they were truly hilarious. At other times, they were just forwarding the plot. Which isn't remotely funny.
Btw *hi5* if you cheered for Ben, or for the girl who played the Big Ben midnight bell chime properly. Wait hang on, nobody gives a shit about the orchestra. Just for "The rage of the continent. Gaspard and Bonita. Pedro and Lolita. Pepe and Lesquisha(spelling?).", then =)
living under the spell
There are two things too similar to drugs for me to ignore. Those two are TV shows and dating/going out/love etc. I'll begin with the less controversial one.
Drugs. From what all those PDHPE classes have taught us, they activate the "reward" and "pleasure" centre of our brain to maximum capacity. Obviously something that isn't achieved very much in day to day life. And you experience a feeling like no other before. After your trip, suddenly the normal world is in muted colours. No happiness is good enough for you. You know how to experience that high again. You go back for another trip. And the cycle continues.
Not to mention you end up screwing up your career and your life due to your extreme obsession with said drug. Now if you like TV shows and may be offended by an untraditional view of TV dramas, I advise you to not continue. Actually I have a better idea. Why don't I make you say something that'll crush your soul if you care enough.
Repeat after me:
Drugs. From what all those PDHPE classes have taught us, they activate the "reward" and "pleasure" centre of our brain to maximum capacity. Obviously something that isn't achieved very much in day to day life. And you experience a feeling like no other before. After your trip, suddenly the normal world is in muted colours. No happiness is good enough for you. You know how to experience that high again. You go back for another trip. And the cycle continues.
Not to mention you end up screwing up your career and your life due to your extreme obsession with said drug. Now if you like TV shows and may be offended by an untraditional view of TV dramas, I advise you to not continue. Actually I have a better idea. Why don't I make you say something that'll crush your soul if you care enough.
Repeat after me:
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