We have a new conductor? Who 's the new conductor? I 'm sure it 's one of your famous friends. Is it Babes? Oh, my gosh! Oh, my word! It 's Babes! I 'm going to ask you to respect him and support him. - Can you tell us who it is? - We want to know. Okay, I won 't waste anymore of your time. I 'll call him to the front. Mxolisi, the floor 's yours. Thank you. Hello. Can you hear that? Classical music is the foundation of all types of music. If you ask your parents, they 'll tell you the same thing. - Sorry, Teacher. - Yes? What you 're telling us about classical music, are you going to test us on it? No, GC. I just want you to understand what I 'm trying to teach you. Are we really going to sing old music? Obviously. …show more content…
I 've always wanted to sing lead. So you 're really going to change our lives. Well done. Great. I 'll see you at rehearsals. Okay. You have a beautiful car! You 're an evil backstabber! Can 't you see what he 's doing? He wants to make sure that after he kills me... no one will suspect him. They 'll say he liked GC. And you 're a witness. Can 't you see he 's trying to trick me? Let 's go. How are you, Wilfred? I 'm fine, ma 'am. I have something for you. Good thing you caught me before the shift change. - Don 't you like it? - I do. Thank you very much. It 's a pity we 're in here. If we were on the outside, I 'd do so much more for you. - Nice things. - Really? Thank you. Seriously. They say Thai food is so delicious because... according to the Thai people, what 's in your heart goes into the pot. Now I see why you love all this fancy food... from all these different countries. I love food. What can I say? What I tasted today tells me that... you have the sweetest heart. Thank you, Bheki. You know, it 's so good to know that someone appreciates what you do for them. Let me show you how much I appreciate you. Let 's travel the world, through food. There you go dreaming again. Do you know how expensive it is to travel? No, we 'll travel the world by sampling foods. The different tastes and flavours. That sort of thing. I thought... You 're back, Mxo? Yes, I 'm back. I 'll leave you in good hands. -
The orchestra tunes their instruments as I sit in the back of the auditorium, fiddling with my Thoroughly Modern Millie playbill. A friend of a friend, Jolie, is sat next to me as we wait for our mutual friend to join us. Though we sat in silence, it was comfortable. Our friend, Kyra, joins us as the lights begin to dim. Before we are left in the dark, Kyra throws me a knowing smile as if she knows exactly how these next two hours will impact the rest of my life. I smile back though and turn my attention to the stage.
Composers build on our perspectives to instil diverse interpretation of events, situations and personalities represented through various mediums shaped by their purpose. Thus the representation of conflicting perspectives within their works enables responders to experience a deeper understanding of the world. This is clearly demonstrated in Shakespeare’s tragic play Julius Caesar (1599) and Jason Reitman’s satirical film Thankyou for Smoking (2005). While the Elizabethan context informs Shakespeare’s differing perspectives of Caesar’s assassination in relation to human beings’ complexities and the manipulation used to gain power, centuries later, Reitman also explores the multi-faceted nature of an individual and the persuasion involved
Reading these alien terms through its application in musical theater gave me a better understanding and at the same time shattered my susceptive way in enjoying a musical. From the stage direction, lyrics, books, and even costume design, I have started to read musicals differently in reference to the class material. I admit that I miss enjoying musical gullibly, but again, I found great joy in critically reading these musicals through a different performative
Every time I hear about famous composers, like Bach or Mozart, the names themselves put me to sleep quicker than any anesthesia ever could. So, it was no surprise that I absolutely dreaded the idea of seeing a piece written by any of these composers. I attended Mozart’s requiem at the Seattle symphony, I grunted at the idea of paying $38 for something I wasn’t even interested in. How dare they charge an absurd amount for something that was written before time itself? I took my seat and looked out at the sea of older retired couples and couldn’t believe this would be my fate someday. Ludovic Morlot was conducting for the evening, I have never heard the name in my life and only learned of it from the magazine I was handed before taking my seat. Morlot is French born musician, and currently the music director for the Seattle symphony.
One of the fabulous things about living one of the world's most multicultural cities is that every day I have the opportunity to explore new and exciting experience, especially food. Egg tart I ate in Little Portugal last week made my day, Green Curry with Coconut rice I first met as working at a Thai restaurant here was out of this world. Poutine did not taste as good as it looked, but I really like another "made in Canada" Mocha Iced Capp of Tim Hortons. And I have just found my new love: Bún Chả Hà Nội (Hereafter in this blog referred to as “Bun Cha”).
Doug is my cousin’s fiance and the band teacher at a private catholic school. Slender in build, polite and talented, we hadn 't spent much time together prior to the upcoming week. But based off of past encounters, I sensed the two of us would easily get along. Before the first day began, Doug had given me a folder containing the show music. The brown cardboard folder, held about twenty pages of show music, with the titles: “Jurassic Park Fantasy”, “Indiana Jones”, and “Stars Wars/E.T”, a playlist meant to honor the famous composer: John Williams. But for the week, Doug noted, we would mainly focus on Jurassic Park. And as I scanned through the pages, it definitely seemed reachable. The rhythms had been simplified to accommodate a high school level and the note ranges also seemed easier. Now sitting in Doug’s office, awaiting the arrival of the children, I asked Doug, “What’s the plan for today? More importantly... when’s lunch?”. With a
Tonight I'm putting on my psychedelic dress and seeing One Night With Janis Joplin again. This time Bob is coming with me. Bob is not a musical theatre person at all. As a matter of fact, we are the quintessential "opposites attract". I am artsy/fartsy and he is very left-brain, analytical/reasonable/practical. But he is also a good sport and has sat through many a painful theatrical experience with me.
Click, click, THUD, RING! The rusty old halls off Thorogood rung out with the noises of doors shutting, the clitter clatter of high heels across the slippery brown tiled floors, bells ringing leaving an echo through the halls, almost like a symphony. The conductor, Dr.Bell had just walked through the doorway. “WELCOME TO WEEK 27 OF SCHOOL.” she said with a loud booming voice that rang off of every colorful painted cinder block wall. “Today is the day we have been training for...” The room got silent and by the looks of my classmates they were as querulous and appalled as I. “Today will be the day I determine my All City orchestra group” A gasp fell across the classroom. Whispers and murmurs of, “I hope she chooses me!” and, “I've always dreamed of performing on stage, will this be my chance to?” spread about in moments until, “SILENT!
So, it was here that everything began... So many lunches, sometimes not even knowing what we were eating and other times sharing delicious foods. One day we even ate “Coxinha”! So many laughs…. So many Portuguese, Spanish and Chinese classes! And, of course, I can't forget the “Mexicanisch” classes!rs There were so many moments here...And it was here that great friendship began! Last lunch with (almost) everyone together! I'm already missing you guys!
An explosion of teenagers bursts through the sturdy wooden doors. Chatter shoves out the silence. Instrument lockers click open. Clinking, clattering, clanging. A tuba sounds in a far corner, bellowing like a foghorn. Soon clarinets, trumpets, flutes, and a smattering of drums join the chorus. Mr. Coppicus steps onto his pedestal, towering over the first row of seated musicians like a god. His arms rise, silencing the cacophony, exuding absolute authority. His fingers twitch, and the flutes begin. They whisper a secretive tune. Clarinets flutter, joined by saxophones. Soon the whispers become longing cries and beautiful poems. Gossip and rumors. Bells chime, snares snap, and the cymbals clap. Pencil thin mallets, gripped firmly in my calloused hands, fly across the wooden bars of the marimba in scales. Musical posters, of instruments and notes and famous musicians, loosely taped up and tapering at the edges are our audience. Mr. Coppicus’ arms swing back and forth, like a giant pendulum. All too soon, it comes to an end. Then we turn the page and begin
In addition, think of two girls at a dance completely bored out of their minds and “Stitches” by Shawn Mendes comes on, and they start dancing like crazy. These two girls are my best friend, Shaeley Silcock, and me.
“Are you ready for your solo and last concert?” I half smiled at him and nodded, feeling a bit emotional, remembering why I was doing this in the first place. I suddenly felt calm, and I was ready for anything. He nodded his head, indicating it was time. I took a deep breath, smiled, and walked out with my violin that I have grown so accustomed to in my hand, feeling the rush of cool air on my face. My conductor’s loud claps could be heard from behind the stage, which was followed by an eruption of applause from the audience. Once I got to my spot I bowed and tuned the orchestra: the plain sound of the A string ringing across the concert hall. After everyone was tuned, we all seated to wait for the arrival of our conductor. He came out and we all stood up and clapped. While everyone sat down, I stayed standing, walking over to the edge of the stage. I looked around my surroundings again once more, embracing myself for the moment. The crowd had suddenly turned into blurs, blending between the lights. I had suddently felt a little better about playing. The conductor raised his baton up, looked and smiled at me in reassurance, raised my instrument up, and I took in a deep breath.
As soon I took the last bite the waitress appeared right beside me holding in her hands my next dish; Ravioli stuffed with spinach. I couldn’t believe how perfect the timing was. It was something I’ve never witnessed before. The plate of ravioli comes with just the right amount of pieces of an odd number of five. After eating four and a half my stomach was already full from both of the splendid dishes. Immediately after setting down my fork and knife the waitress appeared making sure that all my needs were met asking if I was ready for her to clear the table and if there was anything I would want to be packed up to take home. She then offered me the dessert menu and suggested which the most common choices were. Although I was quite full, the array of desserts were unbearable I just couldn’t walk out without having tried one. I decided to go with the famous napoleon, but I would take it to go and eat it on an emptier stomach when I am able to actually enjoy it. As I was waiting for the waitress to bring e the bill I couldn’t stop smiling, all that was replaying in my head was “I must come back here
After our greeting, we decide to have lunch at a korean restaurant. As we eat, we catch up on each other’s life, while cracking up our old jokes and bringing up pleasant memories as well. The seafood noodle soup I ordered was surprisingly savoury and tasted warm and sweet. Heavenly aroma surround our table, calm melody flows softly out of the speaker, and through the illuminating lights I see my friends’ faces,
To many, music is seen as the language of the universe. Therefore, when we don’t have the right words to say, music speaks. We turn to music when we don’t know how to express our feelings, don’t have anyone to turn to, to help us through the tough times, or simply is just a form of therapy for our soul. When it comes to people trying to cope with mistakes, doubt, and depression many of us tend to turn to sad music because it is what allows us to comprehend how we are feeling on the inside. Also, the connection we make to sad music helps us identify our emotions and how we feel by the meaning of the lyrics.