Robin fell out

happened this morning:
I was standing right in front of the garbage can and tried to toss a used tissue into it (let me inform you that the opening has a diameter of about 40 cm), guess where it lands? yes, exactly, on the window sill... *headdsek*

We finished our first self composed song, and I'm satisfied with our work. It's rather complicated, about six and a half minutes long and much work for me to do. If I can't persuade my guitar player to make a duet out oft it, I will have to use three different singing techniques during one song. First time that I am going to sing on e'' on stage.

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My singing teacher called me an alto. Last year I have been a mezzo with a good chance to become a soprano according to him. My musical theories teacher still thinks I'm a tenor, so there is still no clarity about what I am or going to be.

well, maybe I'm an altus, but one who sung his first soprano aria- yeeha... :)
edit: last friday I hit an h'' that means just one note stands in the way to my third octave

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Then there is the thing with "Vega". A guitarist I had been staying in contact with recommended me to a befriended band of his, that is looking for a new lead singer, so I was asked if I wanted to come for an audition. After the first session it was almost clear, that they wanted me for the job, but gave the other singers their chance, too. So it looks like I have another band now.

I just fear that I overestimate myself, once more.

I mean, I have my own band with 1-2 rehearsals a week, I have to write the lyrics, compose the songs, coordinate the band, then there is the theatre, my writings, my authors, my family, in a few weeks there is the commercial college, my private pupils, and -oh yes- there is my fiancée, too. But of course, if there is creative work to, I am the first who says "I do it"... no matter what it is... hmpf

Back to topic: If I get the job there will be a big gig at the end of September, in the "Matrix" in Bochum. Don't know how many people will be there, but the hall is bis enough for at least 500-800 people, I'd guess. So I have to learn a set about 45 minutes long.

Edit: The school of music is currently looking for singers for a musical. Guess who's about to call them?

It happened to me- as you know my PC keeps on fucking me, but now I'm getting the feeling that he made my laptop join the game.

It destroyed and deleted some of my writings. Over 20 data are defect, he tells me that I have got no permission to open them. And he deleted about six stories work in progress. Some of them I could reconstruct with the help of copies I made. But at least one document is completely lost, and of all data it has to be the chapters about Erik's childhood. This is more than frustrating. I've been working for weeks on this part of the story, and it's not only that the unique wording is gone; there were so many images and metaphors- this time I really have been proud of my work. The worst problem is the emotional progress that I've gone through during the writing. It was really stressful to write about his childhood, and I get sick if I think that I have to get through it all again.

So I'm taking a break from the Phantom project, and concentrate on some Alexander fictions that I have to finish.

At the moment it seems like that I come off the epic style, so there are ideas for short stories, not only for trilogies. Interesting to see how the writing/story creating habits slowly changes.

Currently I am at an iternet cafe to post some entries and to answer the most important LJ comments, for my PC runs, but it doesn't let me post comments or entries, uploads don't work, and he won't let me post entries to discussion board either. So don't wonder if I don't answer to comments immediately. If you have to discuss something important, you can always drop me an email. ZogenYahl@aol.com

I will spend the next weekend in Xanten. Saturday we'll visit a Scotland Festival. Actually I'm not sure what I'll have to expect, but I hope for bagpipes and well shaped butts. Sunday there is an historical event with a market, an army camp, food stores and music. I hope there will be gladiator fights in the Amphitheatre again- it's so funny when my Mum's craving for blood...

Im Fenster dämmerte der Morgen herauf. Eine kalte Sonne kroch am Horizont empor, so selbstverständlich als hätte diese Tragödie nie statt gefunden. Ja, die Gestirne interessierten sich nicht für den Tod eines Königs. Das Sonnenfeuer strömte über das Land, spendete den Trauernden nur kläglichen Trost, doch aus seiner unbezwingbaren Kraft, aus dem nie enden wollenden Zirkel von Leben und Tod, schien das Erbe des Königs auf sie nieder zu glimmen.

Die Welt hatte einen König verloren- doch nur um einer Legende die Unendlichkeit zu schenken.


(Auszug aus "Der Schattentänzer", eine Alexander-Fic, die eines fernen Tages mal von mir gepostet werden wird)