Sunday, July 19, 2009

No. That Just Can't Happen. No no no no no.

Dotted quarter notes make me want to cry. I can't deal with them. I see one dotted quarter note and I break out in a sweat. "I have to play that??? NO way." There is no way around my fear of dotted quarter notes.

I'm playing piano again, and my new teacher assigned me four new songs. And guess what they all have in common? DOTTED QUARTER NOTES. Silent night, Deck the halls, America the beautiful, Here comes the bride. I only have to do one line from each, but the Silent Night one may be the worst. It's the least ammount of notes, but it's horrible. I only have to do the "Si-lent night, Ho-ly night" part. But I can't handle it. It gives me a headache if I try to play the first measure more than twice. The whole 3/4 time measure doesn't help either. It's like, "One, two-and-three, one. . . " and my mind can't do that. My teacher won't let me go, "one-and-two-and-three-and" throughout any of my songs. She says to just say "one two three" till there's an eighth note, so in Silent Night I'd have to say, "One two-and-three, one two three, one two-and-three, one two three".

I. CAN'T. DO. THAT.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Orzo

Orzo is amazing. Nothing is cooler than cheesy orzo. Except maybe cheesy pastini. But I think Orzo might even top that. Orzo ROCKS.