06 March 2012

Nitpicking, nitpicking

As it's no longer the first rehearsal of this half of the season, the chronic nitpicking has begun in my full orchestral ensemble. My friend, who is a first violin there, missed rehearsal last night as she was at the Secret Policeman's Ball in NYC the night before (or something like that). I said (as I've done this before) that I would live-blog her the rehearsal, so she would get a taste of what she was missing.
I didn't actually finish it, as I gave up halfway through and just got generally irritated, but I did it for the most part. I'm going to post it, just because I think it makes a good kind of filler post so my blog isn't as dead as it was for the last two weeks or so. I would ordinarily worry about whether a college or conservatory would see this, but I think any orchestral musician has been driven mad by conductors enough times to understand.
Here goes:

  • 2/3 oboes. Again.
  • Played the A. Nobody tuned.
  • Awkward.
  • And the nitpicking begins.
  • Restart Rienzi.
  • Re-restart Rienzi.
  • Picking at intonation.
  • Stop.
  • Lecture.
  • Restart.
  • Wws [woodwinds] played in cut time accidentally.
  • Myself included.
  • Stop.
  • Lecture about practicing.
  • Restart.
  • Stop.
  • Lecture about tone.
  • "Anaemic"
  • Strings only.
  • Yes, he said our tone was "anaemic".
  • Lecture on dynamics.
  • Tutti.
  • Stop.
  • Lecture on dynamics.
  • Stop.
  • Percussion nitpick.
  • Stop.
  • Lecture on interpretation.
  • Horns are giggly.
  • Trumpets are apathetic.
  • Stop.
  • Percussion nitpick.
  • Stop.
  • Woodwinds.
  • Stop.
  • Strings.
  • Tutti.
  • Stop.
  • Brass nitpick.
  • Condescension from the trumpets to the conductor.
  • Points go to Sophie's brother.
  • Trumpets got kinda sassy.
  • Horn nitpick.
  • Stop.
At that point I gave up. I stopped sometime between a half hour and 45 minutes into rehearsal (my iPhone doesn't tell me exactly), and this kept going well into the second hour. I'd say more, but I think this speaks for itself.
Let me note, however, that I didn't get to mark down each and every stop and start. There were many, many more.
And people wonder why I'm so often in a bad mood.

 

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