After I accompanied my last jury (Ravel's Pavane) this afternoon, I went and had a long chat with my voice teacher. We went over my jury sheets and comments from the competition I was in earlier in the year. They all had good things to say, and all their critiques were concerning the same thing: my tone is too swallowed in the throat. At least they all said the same thing. We then talked about grad school and doctorate programs; what they were like, where the good ones are, etc, etc. After next year I will have to get serious about applying and auditioning for where I decide to go. It's honestly a little scary to think I'm this close to my graduate work will have to make those decisions so soon.
I then went across the suite and into another office where the chair of the vocal department and my choir director were trying to find a pianist that will still be here the week after next. I told them good luck. . .we're all getting out of here as soon as we can. It's time to go home and play music just for fun, even though we won't get paid for it.
Somehow whenever I talk to both those women our conversation goes in the most random places. Today it went from risque Debussy music, to diction class, to how marrying someone from the geek club is the best option. Yes, that's right. Not greek club, geek club. The question is, do I find a musical geek, or a non-musical geek? My director's answer: non-musical. Then at least one of you can make a decent living.
This post is just as rambling as my thoughts. All logical and systematic thinking has flown out the window for a few days at least. Tomorrow I am going to sleep. For a long time. And then I am going to open my eyes and think about getting up. Laziness is a luxury that I haven't been able to indulge in all semester. Surely five days of it won't damage my character too much.