...Izee's Thread

[Izee]

...I probably should have listened to Him, forgetting my studies...and GOTTEN MY BLACK BELT!!!     I just might now, be sitting in a nice Home in Beverly Hills, eating pistacios, and watching a Movie about Ron...and seeing myself on the screen as the "really irritable young woman" who got herself into a lot of trouble...but could fight.  I would end up in His arms...and the kiss would be real.   

[RAGNAR]

*Tosses you a motel room key*

 

[Izee]

...Looks around the room...eating most of a bucket of KFC...and drinking the $2 bottle of wine I bought...AND I AM ALONE!!!!   

...You gave me the WRONG KEY, BROTHER!!!  Or, maybe, Ron is SCARED of what I would call 'FOREPLAY'!!!!   

[RAGNAR]

Sorry sis, Chuck Norris called him up and they went for Oriental cuisine.

[Izee]

...Finishes the bucket of KFC the next morning...muttering...as I leave the Motel...

…"Ron, I could have shown you, AND CHUCK!!!!!...some 'Southwest Texas' "CUISINE"!!!!!   

[Izee]

...Here is a work that I would ask any new kids to watch.     It is Carl Orfs 'Carmina Burana'.  We all know the 1st Movement, it has been in pretty much EVERY action Movie.      I have had the experience of both singing in the chorus, and playing the 1st Cello Part in this work.  I HAD to sign up for Choral Class as part of my Frosh year at Conservatory...but...discovered that I LIKED TO SING!     I wasn't very good, I had never really tried to sing...but I got better.  Singing in a chorus was good, I could hear my note, and adjust my voice to blend in with the Vocal Majors.  An Alto took me under her wing, and she would have me sing in a practice room, late at night, and would tell me what I was doing wrong... ...or hug me at the end of a phrase, and say..."You got most of them right."

...I was sitting 1st Cello, when we performed this.  The Soprano was a tall, blonde Nordic Woman, and she had a great voice!!!    She had a chair near me, and would stand up, and sing her part, and I could see her...and would grumble in my mind...I was 5'6" tall, and had copper colored skin...dark hair and eyes...and had a bad case of 'BLONDE ENVY!...guys always flocked around her after a concert,!!!     After a rehearsal, she and I went out and had pancakes and tea, and we spoke about the work.  I had read the libretto...and said..."At the last phrase...you are supposed to be having an orgasm."  She just nodded, as she ate her waffle, and said..."Just watch!"   

...At the Concert...I watched her very carefully...I had memorized my part...and was ignoring the Conductor...as we approached her final solo.  I sat back, after she was finished...and well...she looked VERY HAPPY when she was done.   

…I got a whole new idea of what performing music was about.   

...I get angry, these days...the liberals are ruining our schools...with REALLY STUPID ideas of how to educate our young people.  Diversity this!  Diversity that!  Diversity some other thing!!!  BRING OUR YOUNG CHILDREN TOGETHER...TEACH THEM HOW TO READ...DO BASIC ARITHMETIC...TEACH THEM THE ARTS CLASSES!  The Greeks and the other wise nations understood that MUSIC is part of what it takes to become a wise being.  MUSIC was part of every high civilization.  But, here is CA...when they start running out of money...because they are teaching the kids how to be nice to bums, and to try to figure out what gender they really are...they cancel the music classes! 

...Just a vent...   During my life, I have seen so many young people grow up to become very responsible adults, and they were ALL involved in music.  I really believe that a certain part of the brain is turned on by music, especially if you are performing it...if that part is not turned on at a young age...it will be very hard to turn it on as an adult...but...it can happen.   

...Here is the music...

https://youtu.be/MPjy55Y6hWU

[Izee]

...This is a really GREAT work!!!   Saint-Saens brings together a full orchestra, and pianos and a pipe organ!!!  I, once, was the 'page turner' for the Organist...he told the Conductor that I was more needed to turn his pages, than to play my cello.  (I was going with the Organist...I wasn't married, yet) and I was sitting 3rd Chair in the section, so the Conductor let me turn pages for the Organist for this symphony...but made it clear that my ASS would be BACK in the cello section for the second half of the concert.     I have actually sat in the cello section, and performed this symphony several times.   

...I ALWAYS get goose bumps, and such...when the Organ enters at the last movement!!!      It is so Heroic!!!   

...https://youtu.be/ZWCZq33BrOo

[Izee]

...Why Musicians stand at the start of a Concert.   

...It is to show respect at the start of a concert, and to thank the audience...and to give respect to the Conductor.  You have always seen the Orchestra stand as the Conductor enters the Hall...AND THIS IS HOW WE DO IT...THE 1ST CELLIST STARTS IT!!!   

...As 1st chair cellist, I would be sitting in my chair...feeling a lot of emotions.  Sometimes relaxed, knowing that I had played the work many times before, other times...worried to death because our section was having problems.  I would speak to Lori, the Concert Mistress, of concerns I had, and she would nod, and we would plan on how to get the performance right.   

…But, as the lights lowered, I would be focused straight ahead...I was looking at the right side of the stage...from my point of view  As the Conductor strutted onto the Stage, I would nod to Lori...He was entering from her back...and she would stand...and the rest of us would join!   

…One concert, Lori was sick, and a godawful RUSSIAN ASSHOLE was hired to replace her.  Before the Concert, he TASKED ME about signaling him as the Conductor entered.  I was REALLY TEMPTED TO JUST GIVE HIM THE FINGER...He wasn't blending well with the Orchestra...and especially in the duet we had.   

…But, being a good girl...I just smiled and nodded to him....   Our duet went well, people complimented the two of us.  I was thinking of getting him to get outside, and then using the REALLY HARSH ROUNDHOUSE KICK on him...but I didn't...I still had some sanity.

[RAGNAR]

Wrong, Wrong, Wrong.

If you are going to really honest about it, be honest.

The reason we stand is twofold.

One, the act of standing is loud enough to cover up all the farting we do. Get it out of your system before a quiet break in the score. There is nothing that can throw a serious mood into riotous laughter than a bar of silence, and a sudden earth quaking, ear shattering, fart that rends the somberness of the hall.

The second, is those damn dress pants keep trying to lift and separate a guys nuts. If he doesn't stand to shake things back into place, an hour long concert will be done in its entirety in roughly 33.216 seconds.

 

[Izee]

...OK, Rags..you caught me...but I can run very fast..don't  think of putting a collar on me...   Here is what really happened...

...I would be 'gently' pulling my skirt around my legs, softy cursing under my breath, as we stood, and then would be slightly angry as I sat down...trying to get my legs covered...that is hard when your legs are widely spread...with a huge piece of lumber between them.  Once, at a small recital, I just muttered..."TO HELL WITH IT!  I wore my 'little black dress'...and didn't give a DAMN that my legs...in dark stockings...and dark black pumps...were on FULL DISPLAY as I performed the Sonata.  I did quickly leave the reception...two guys were REALLY INTERESTED in talking about my music...   I just strapped my cello on my back, and walked back to my Apt.

[RAGNAR]

Most females find it difficult to not spread their legs when some "large wood" is between them.  Heh heh heh...

[Izee]

...I CAN'T HELP BEING ONERY!!!  IT IS IN MY GENES!!!   

...My Grandparents, on my Mothers' side, lived in Presideo, TX.  During WWII, there were soldiers stationed there.  They were Cavalry, and would ride their horses into Mexico, and look for Germans... ...that is true!!!  It is easier to get around on a horse in that area, than to drive a jeep!  Once in a while, a Merchant would set up a screen, and show Movies.  The Soldiers would show up, to relax, and watch the Movie.    My Mother, and her young friends, would sit a few rows behind the Soldier that they thought looked really cute.     They would then TOSS PEBBLES AT THE BACK OF HIS HEAD DURING THE MOVIE!     He would turn around, and GLARE at the children sitting behind him...as my Mother and her friends looked 'innocent'.   

[RAGNAR]

Now we know you come by it honest...

[Izee]

…*S*  Yes, Rags, and I find it hard to control at times.   

...As I have told everyone, I was a volunteer for 4-H for many years...teaching kids how to raise chickens.  But, the State Director would HIRE ME to help put on the State Convention.     The check wasn't all that big...and if I divided it into the hours I spent...I was getting about $1.28 an hour.     I would get out of the dorm room at 5:30 am, shower, and get to work...and crawl back to bed at about 1:20 am.  I had a LOT of energy during the day, and would do everything I could think of to keep the kids active and interested in the educational programs we had planned...that was hard...   I was usually appointed to plan the 'social events'.  I did the usual...dances...ice cream party...etc...but would come up with an idea...in the middle of the night...as I was laying on my back...in my bed...calming down so that I could sleep.  I would have brief meetings with the Director every day, and would tell Him of my plans...and He would just nod...and walk away...His shoulders shaking.  Often...I just MADE UP a plan...telling Him that the kids would run around the campus...CARRYING SCISSORS...and later...would swim across the nearby river...or that I had arranged to bring in three elephants...and we would have a relay race.  He actually thought that I was JOKING...when I said that we would divide the kids into two teams...and have a WATERBALLOON FIGHT.     (Thing is...one sides balloons had blue water...the other side had red water...I didn't tell him that)   

…I sat at a bench...I was covered in blue and red water...there was NO WAY THAT I WASN'T GOING TO PARTICIPATE...AND I DIDN'T CARE WHICH SIDE I WAS ON!!!     I got a scolding, and was ordered to make sure that all of the broken balloons were picked up.  I spent about an hour, walking every yard of the field...and picked up the broken balloons...but I was chuckling the entire time...the kids had had a BLAST!

...At His Retirement lunch...the Director hugged me...and kissed my cheek...and asked..."Do you know why I hired you for the Conferences?"  I shook my head...and he said..."Because you made me LAUGH several times a day...I needed to do that!"   

[RAGNAR]

What??? No stick and ball Tuchuk style or anything?