sevenhelz

Since i've finished my essay and i'm in a typing mood, lets talk about the hcmf. That's the Huddersfield Contemporary Music Festival to those who don't know, which I assume is the majority of my tiny cult readers. I'm stewarding there because I thought hey, £15 for a jumper and the chance to see any concerts I like, or anything over £3.50 to see individual concerts... and we have a week off to view these. Hmm, I think I'll steward... well, I wish I hadn't now. I could easily have gone to the free sections and one or two concerts with pre-booked tickets and spent, say, £7. Woot. As it is I've been stressed to fuck because of this essay (which admittedly I should've done more work on sooner, but hey, it meant I had books to read during the concerts) and all the random shit that needs doing to survive. Like buying milk. You have no idea how upset I was this weekend when Ihad no milk.
Anyway, back to the Festival. I'm no great fan of contemporary music but I thought it was worth giving it a chance. I like some of the ideas behind it, like the one that music lives in everything. Sure, if I'm in the right mood I can listen to all the hums and creaks of the train I'm on and quite enjoy the mood it creates. I like the idea that you can build music using maths and patterns. I like the idea that sound is important, and it should be free. The problem is when you actually listen to a performance based on these ideas. It sounds like me mucking about on a piano to find the "nice" notes. In essence, that's often what it is... and I wonder, why is that so important to an audience? Why are your random notes any better than my random notes? Why do you need to write this down, if you can create the same effect next time you sit at a piano?
I've been told that once I'm accustomed to it, I'll start to like it. Thanks, but that's yet another acquired taste that I don't think I want. I've nothing against people performing, composing or liking this stuff, but myself I would class it as sound. Not noise; that has connotations of being unpleasant, and mostly this stuff isn't particularly. Not music either, though.
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ps I would write more but I forgotted it in my attempt to persuade Andrea she isn't autistic.

according to my internal clock, today has been the longest day ever. it already feels like about ten at night... i'm debating doing my analysis (due friday) now so that i don't stress over it tomorrow... HAH like that'll happen... heh...
well my essay was in two hours before the deadline, my having not reread it but! having filled in the (insert music here) gaps and the footnotes. i couldn't be bothered working out how to only show them on one page though, which may or may not count against me. meh.
i just stewarded a rhodri davies gig - he's a contemporary harpist. seems to defeat the point of being a harpist, really, when you're trying to make it sound like a guitar.
seriously though, is music really alive if it denies its own history?
seriously though, do i care?

i should update my learning journal, but this week i've mostly learnt that when i get stressed about essays, i don't do enough practise. my lesson with d. today was a bit poo. i was hoping to play better but i guess not having done the LETS PLAY AS LOUD AS WE CAN FOREVER exercises in a while has shown through. yawn...
i had an hour's nap today as well, cuddled up to my stevie :) that was nice.
time to go read pointless comics!
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