Time after time, we've led people to raise their hands and sing out their hearts on Monday mornings. Neither have we the voice of an angel, nor have we for virtuosity sold our souls to the devil. But we just hope that our music will duly electrify the ambience as our contemporaries are slow dancing in the Marriott chill.
We'll be doing without proper percussion this time, that is, by performing a four-man acoustic set. So keeping tempo is really the crux in creating impression that we really know what we're doing, and that we're doing it well. We have suggested accentuating the bass slap, listening for the delay effects, which should be constant by virtue of its preset tap tempo, and even sleeping with the metronome. Clearly, all these tactics are pretty viable except for the last one. I'm just afraid of waking up to a day wherein my eyes are blinking uncontrollably at 70bpm.
On a (not so) separate note, the literal idea of keeping time has resurfaced in my mind recently. It is an otherworldly idea, but imagine if you could cache your free time in a bottle, then invoke its passage whenever you just needed a little more sleep.
Perhaps it's due to the sheer number of tasks that I currently have at hand. In contrast, after the third week of November, the idea of 'work' has lost all definition for most friends and slaves of the college. I'm not complaining though, just amused at the kind of expressions I get when they hear me say that I have to leave to finish some work. These expressions range from blank faces resulting from a complete breakdown of understanding, to scary and violent methods.
For me, I'm just thankful that I'm being played regularly as an instrument for a score that's been sovereignly orchestrated, much like how I will be fingering and fingerpicking the Red One tomorrow night.
1 comment:
For an OCD person like you, the harder thing is to learn to keep still when He writes the rests!
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