Stupid Singers and alcohol

People can be so unprofessional. I really really hate that! Ok, I will narrow that category even farther, most SINGERS can be unprofessional. As I began playing violin (yes little ol' me), we were all taught that when the rehearsal stops, you stop too. That means, no talking, no plucking of strings, no fiddling your part, no "practicing" your part during rehearsal. You are to go to rehearsal prepared, having looked at the parts and prepared them well. In the professional world, an instrumentalist would be kicked out or fired from their job if they behave like so. So why do this "singers" behave so badly? I was going out of my mind tonight. This one woman who sits next to me every rehearsal constanly sings her part when the conductor stops. It is so annoying! That is NOT the time to spend practicing your part. That is why you go home and practice! Oh, but wait.....what is that? Practicing? Singers NEVER practice and if they do, they are only in the practice room when it comes down to it....and there is a performance the following day. THEN, the singers procede to talk talk talk talk talk....like a bunch of little hens.....or, if the conductor asks for the tenors to sing a line, the freak'n girl next to me will sing along with them, in a different range so that she can be heard and noticed. STUPID PEOPLE!!!!!! Thank goodness my friend Lans isn't the typical singer. She knows what practicing is too! Finally, a singer that knows what she is doing. Most of them just act like they know what they are doing....but when u look around the room and watch half of them fake it....hahahaha....ok, I won't do the evil laugh again. I guess I just have an instrumentalists attitude. This high and mighty attitude that most singers have is incredible. Most don't have the brains to even back it up. So, I know that this is going to be a challenge for me. I certainly don't want to be one of those people who don't take it seriously. The greatest musicians are those who are humble about it. Because believe me, there are plenty of other big "cats" that can do circles around you, me and every other musician out there. For now, I guess I will deal with the little hens and try to kinda fit in.

More about last night.....

So, I organized the limo for about 8 people. It was orginally suppose to be for 10 but of course people back out...fuckers. To our advantage, they hooked us up with a 14 seater.....plenty of booze......and cool lights. We had great music which one of my friends took care of. I must say, I'm starting to have a certain fondness to rap music....ok, maybe fondness isn't the right word. It has started to kind of appeal to me. It has nice rhythm and that is the point right? It is good dance music. Well, that is certainly what we did. Lots of dancing. I seemed to dance with everyone....I didn't care, I was just happy to get up there and shake it. There was this one guy who was persistant with me though...not very good looking and was way to eager to get my number so I pretended not to hear him (it was loud in the bar). I don't see how people go to bars to seek a significate other. Certainly not my style. When I go out, I like to have a few drinks and have a good time. I love to dance so i down for watever when it comes to that sorta stuff....but I just don't understand the hook up scene. I probably won't ever understand that scene. I'm a little too conservative to meet men in a bar. Fuck that, I'd rather be alone. Ok, last night one might say that I wasn't dressed entirely conservatively. Hey, a corsette is like a tube top....just a little tighter with strings. Needless to say, I was well covered. At least nothing popped out...not that there is much to pop out, but still...it almost happened. The possibility of it happening is enough right? Ahhh....fun fun. A nice night. I'm surprised I actually made it back into the limo because i could not walk straight to save my life! Good times, Good times. I woke up to my head pounding from my night of heavy drinking....what didn't help matters was the stupid stupid stupid constuction men pounding away at the new building being build next door! I wanted to die. Then I had to go to work....Although, i was feeling a bit better by then. My voice suffered a little tonight though in rehearsal....note to self, don't drink next friday. Enough for one blog......