blueswede

it's been a rough night, and i hate the fucking eagles

Today was mediocre until the evening, and rather lame later
on. It's funny how one bad event seems to set off a chain
reaction that can ruin your whole day.

So school was uneventful. I finished my calc homework, and
developed a roll in photo, showing up fifteen minutes late
to swing choir as a result. That was real fun, but that'll
be discussed later. Then in English, we find out that we
have to write a 2-5 page paper by Monday. Fun shit.

I was getting ready to leave for CS this afternoon, and the
car wouldn't start. The starter's been screwed up for the
last few months. It keeps disengaging after turning over a
few times, and makes this god-awful whirring noise.

During my commute, I had to slam on the brakes when a bunch
of dolts in front of me just stopped. On my way back, some
weenie had parked his car so as to obscure the stop sign,
and so I accidentally rolled through the intersection. No
problems occurred, however, as I had the right-of-way and
there were no cops. Also, I fell asleep in class again.

So in choir, one of the other basses just decided that, for
the men's piece, we would sing "Surf City." For starters,
there had been no discussion among the sections concerning
what to do for our piece, after "My Girl" was abandoned.
Second, I hate Jan & Dean, and I hate fucking "Surf City."
Of course, my suggestions are no good, because songs such
as "City of New Orleans" and "Take Me Home Country Roads"
aren't right for swing choir. I explained that we just do
not swing, to which the girl in front of me replied, "Yes
we do!" I told her that we swing about as much as Lawrence
Welk. Maybe I'm making enemies, but fuck 'em, last fucking
thing I need is to sing shitty beach songs.

Anyway, much as I like swing choir, it's been reminding me
why I got out of performing arts in the first place. The
stuff the director selected for us to perform is lame, and
it's pretty clear that student-chosen songs wouldn't really
be any better. "Surf City?" Come on. Earlier, this same
guy had suggested "Little Deuce Coupe." I also hate the
fucking Beach Boys.

I joined swing choir in hopes of bringing a little edge to
the whole thing. It should have been simple: introduce the
other people to a few cool songs, find arrangements, have a
kickass spring concert. But it's hard to be edgy in a room
full of people who can't tell swing from shit.

So far, every song I've suggested has been rejected, on the
basis that it's not fast, peppy, or upbeat enough for swing
choir. Ok, so maybe "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime" isn't
happy jazz. But is this choir, or Up With People? There's
a whole lot of fucking depressed people in our school, and
it seems I'm the only one in swing choir who can relate to
any of them.

I'd also suggested "John Barleycorn," because I thought it
might be fun to do a folk song. Folk is good, many people
like it, and old English folk songs are especially good in
musical terms. There was even an arrangement available!

No way, no can do, swing choir's gotta swing. Well, blow
it out your asses, I say. The music we have now eats shit,
and it's going to keep eating shit as long as we take the
edge off every damn thing.

This situation has led me to two possible conclusions:
1) I'm the only one in there with balls enough to point out
shit when I see it, or
2) Most of the other people in there are lame beyond help,
and my mission of bringing edge to choir will not succeed.

Maybe I should have gotten out when I had the chance.

In other news, I've decided to ask out a girl I know. With
any luck, it'll happen this week. Now all I really need is
the opportunity.

This is Dave, signing off.