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freshmoviequotes · 1 year
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The Accompanist (1992)
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romanticbroadcast · 5 months
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I realized that my mama was my disgrace, just as I was hers. And our whole life was one irreparable shame.
— Nina Berberova, The Accompanist
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nastywizard · 1 year
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wait r u onionpainter did i just forget that or what
no he is 
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i scared him off :(
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snjeguljicaaa · 6 months
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Netko da me čuva ♪⁠ ~ # × ♪
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twobrokenwyngs · 7 months
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being told you’re the “juice that makes [someone] write”… are you kidding me… that’s all I ever wanted in life 😭😭😭
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aureoberlinerinn · 10 days
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cute stickers distract me from the fact i have ear training in 45 min. and have to stay after my last class for a rehearsal…..
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woodfrogs · 21 days
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i want to play a fortepiano so bad.........
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waspstar · 2 years
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bro check out this cantata
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victory-cookies · 4 months
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for the first year ever— my aunt played the 12 days of Christmas in a lower key at our annual carol sing, meaning that I (the lone person singing “five golden rings” bc I’m the only fucking may baby and that’s how we organize the verses at this thing) didn’t have to choose between “embarrassingly low so that you’re bottoming out your vocal range and can’t be heard” and “full falsetto that will inventively end up sharp, flat, or both”. Bc that’s been my reality for like 15 fucking years at this point and it sucks every time bc I get a big spotlight on me and have to decide if I should sing low and quiet or high and pitchy. It’s hell. She realized by the tenth day this year that something must change and started playing in a lower key for the rest of the song. It was still bad but. Not as bad
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diabeticgirl4 · 7 months
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also. irt last post. my problem is that I want to be in a good choir. nothing wrong w community choirs where any experience can join! those are wonderful! but w my experience. not for me.
anyways to get into a good choir requires a prepared song(s) for audition. I've been lucky to have voice lessons for several years, so I have a few to choose from! problem again, is that I'm an alto. a low alto 2. all my songs were soprano songs bc my vocal coaches didn't believe in teaching alto songs? with enough practice and training I could sing those soprano songs, but now? years since I've been in choir? I don't have that same practice and training lmao. I need a song that would work w my practice-rusty deep alto 2 voice. I'm sure there exists some out there, but u gotta remember that composers hate altos so the options are probably slim and not fun. anyways.
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slopmaster9000 · 1 year
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oh shit my timpani solo is in a week
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freshmoviequotes · 1 year
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The Accompanist (1992)
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I’m afraid this blog may soon devolve into me just ranting into the void about the frustrations of grad school
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thewholeguacamole · 8 months
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dragoncarrion · 8 months
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microsoft teams should add an emoji of a guy killing himself so i can use it to react to any messages my teachers send
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transboysoprano · 9 months
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God dammit I feel like I need to talk about this. So, any of my other choral nuts may or may not know that VOCES8 is starting a new professional group in the United States. A treble ensemble. An ensemble like this is something that I've been waiting for since I've been in high school and I've been trying to act like it's not a big deal.
Lately, I’ve been really distant from my musician side and focusing a lot more on my trans side. It’s the off-season and I celebrated Pride Month really hard. Go figure. But it’s been so easy to pretend like I don’t have these degrees in vocal performance and vocal chamber music and that I’ve wanted to be in a full-time professional ensemble that previously didn’t exist since for me since I’ve been twelve years old.
It's a full-time professional choir for treble voices based in the United States run by my favorite choir of all time. For context, there are no full-time professional choirs that voices like mine can even be a part of in the United States right now. Only "men's choirs." If I weren't going through this vocal gender dysphoria thing right now, this would've been some thing I'd be foaming at the mouth for. It’s the thing I’ve always wanted, even tried to form myself. (I started a treble ensemble with the intention of growing it to professional level some years ago, but my rehearsal leadership skills are subpar so I asked a friend to direct for me, and she insisted it needed to be a “women only safe space” so I quit my own choir 🤦‍♂️ they’re still singing today and sound pretty good btw).
But anyway, I was hanging out with a friend today and told her about the whole thing and was pretty wishy-washy about whether I was going to audition or not, told her I’m this close to giving up on the dream of being a professional choral musician and taking the hormones and just starting my whole life over and not auditioning means I don’t have to keep trying to be a soprano and not transitioning because it’s what my adolescent self wanted for me, and got himself $60k in student loan debt for. I thought she’d get it but she basically chewed me out, saying that I really need to audition and try to make that dream a reality.
I need to make fourteen years of college and young artist programs and suffering through community choirs and trying to start my own professional groups pay off. I need to put to rest the yearning and crying over a dream that feels more like a death sentence these days. If I do this, then I will have done it. I want to be a part of this group so badly. I need them to accept me. I want to sing with them for as long as it makes sense, and then I can finally say all those years were worth it. My younger self can feel satisfied with the work I have done, I will have accomplished the task I set for myself when I was a child and didn’t know trans people existed, and then I can finally get the fuck on with the rest of my life. I can go to the gender clinic and get the testosterone and ruin my “beautiful” “god-given” “perfect” soprano voice and finally be fucking happy.
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