Same thing. I've decided to be "busy" for the next rehearsal. Screw those clowns. I should've asked for alot more money. And head. Head from the tone-deaf throat-warbler's who insist that they too are professional musicians and yet cannot count to 4. If their mouths were otherwise occupied, they couldn't be committing aural (read: AURAL) terrorism in a confined space.
Other than that, I just finished the second season of LOST. Why didn't anyone tell me that show was so good?
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
The last post again
I'm not going to type it again. The same thing happened. I'm still angry. I'm thinking about calling The Boss and tell him I'm out, because this is getting way to strange. Part of me thinks that would be unprofessional, but I really DIDN'T sign on to do this much homework. Eek.
And, anyway... eh, whatever. Hill and I both agree, this is the last time we're working for this bozo.
Oh, and, yeah Obama!
And, anyway... eh, whatever. Hill and I both agree, this is the last time we're working for this bozo.
Oh, and, yeah Obama!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
I should've asked for more money
So I went to rehearsal with these clowns on Sunday. Got there at 1:45PM for a 2:00PM rehearsal. I was under the impression we'd do 1 1/2 hours with one band, take a break, do 1 1/2 hours with the other band, and be out by 5:45, 6:00PM at the latest.
8: fucking: 15! Really? Those scum-bag motherfuckers! If they had told me the rehearsal was going to go for nearly 7 fucking hours, I'd have told them NO! If they had told me I'd have to teach them their own songs, I'd have said NO!
I'm serious. I had to teach this band their own fucking material. Bear in mind that I wrote the charts based upon live recordings of THEM PLAYING THE FUCKING SONGS! The keyboard player starts giving me some made up jive about how the ending of this one song goes:
"Well, the horns are playing four bars, but the rhythm section's got a 6-bar phrase, and it doesn't exactly line up. It's kinda weird, but it works."
So, it didn't work. But he swore it did. We tried it again. It still train-wrecked. So I had him explain it again.
Then I realized, mid-way through his retarded diatribe: "A-ha! The problem is this dumb fuck can't count to 4!"
I took the chart over to him and gave him the Mickey Mouse Club dancing finger over each note so he could understand where the hath gone awry. Three times I did this. Finally, he acquiesced the point (mind you, he didn't admit he was wrong, I think he was embarrassed. I would be too if I couldn't count to fucking 4.)
Oh well. Just had to vent that. I really shouldn't be bottling this up and then blogging during my planning period, but it's been pissing me off for two days. I still have a nagging cough that would've cleared up by now if I hadn't spent 7 goddamn hours at this rehearsal wasting my time.
Oh, and the AD and his cronies are looking for me again. They want to talk more about "school spirit." Fucking putzes.
8: fucking: 15! Really? Those scum-bag motherfuckers! If they had told me the rehearsal was going to go for nearly 7 fucking hours, I'd have told them NO! If they had told me I'd have to teach them their own songs, I'd have said NO!
I'm serious. I had to teach this band their own fucking material. Bear in mind that I wrote the charts based upon live recordings of THEM PLAYING THE FUCKING SONGS! The keyboard player starts giving me some made up jive about how the ending of this one song goes:
"Well, the horns are playing four bars, but the rhythm section's got a 6-bar phrase, and it doesn't exactly line up. It's kinda weird, but it works."
So, it didn't work. But he swore it did. We tried it again. It still train-wrecked. So I had him explain it again.
Then I realized, mid-way through his retarded diatribe: "A-ha! The problem is this dumb fuck can't count to 4!"
I took the chart over to him and gave him the Mickey Mouse Club dancing finger over each note so he could understand where the hath gone awry. Three times I did this. Finally, he acquiesced the point (mind you, he didn't admit he was wrong, I think he was embarrassed. I would be too if I couldn't count to fucking 4.)
Oh well. Just had to vent that. I really shouldn't be bottling this up and then blogging during my planning period, but it's been pissing me off for two days. I still have a nagging cough that would've cleared up by now if I hadn't spent 7 goddamn hours at this rehearsal wasting my time.
Oh, and the AD and his cronies are looking for me again. They want to talk more about "school spirit." Fucking putzes.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Captain Busy!
Faster than a rapidly dwindling budget (it's only September!), taller than a rapidly increasing stack of broken shit (it's only September), more powerful than the angst and ennui of 15 year olds (it's only September)... it's... it's...
Captain Busy! After completing a harrowing week of WWE Concerts, Pep Rallys, bad weather cancellations, football games, CONFERENCES, and so, Captain Busy has finally completed yet another daunting task: Picking Christmas Music and Fixing A Tenor Saxophone Case! He's even farmed out some research on drumline uniforms to an understanding and eager band-mom, so that particular project may actually get done within his lifetime.
Why now, all he has to do is finish writing up a bid proposal for his boss, and maybe, just maybe, he'll have a bass drum in his MS Band Room before Christmas! Hooray!
The next time I see my immediate predecessor, I'm going to bitch-slap him. I'm working way to hard at this job for a band this small. But one day, one day mind you, this thing is going to be a well-oiled machine that I can just sit back and watch run.
Side note: I went and saw Burn After Reading with The Brains, The Useless Chick, and The Wild Card. It was B.A.. Go check it out.
Captain Busy! After completing a harrowing week of WWE Concerts, Pep Rallys, bad weather cancellations, football games, CONFERENCES, and so, Captain Busy has finally completed yet another daunting task: Picking Christmas Music and Fixing A Tenor Saxophone Case! He's even farmed out some research on drumline uniforms to an understanding and eager band-mom, so that particular project may actually get done within his lifetime.
Why now, all he has to do is finish writing up a bid proposal for his boss, and maybe, just maybe, he'll have a bass drum in his MS Band Room before Christmas! Hooray!
The next time I see my immediate predecessor, I'm going to bitch-slap him. I'm working way to hard at this job for a band this small. But one day, one day mind you, this thing is going to be a well-oiled machine that I can just sit back and watch run.
Side note: I went and saw Burn After Reading with The Brains, The Useless Chick, and The Wild Card. It was B.A.. Go check it out.
Monday, September 8, 2008
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