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:
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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