drawn Apr 27, '04
posted for Feb 6, 2007
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Tinfang Warble is a spirit, a fae, as I think Tolkien was calling them at
the time, who plays the flute and the stars come out early, bright, and blue
when he does. I think he's in the Book of Lost Tales Part I. I especially
like the poem with the refrain "the tunes of Tinfang Warble!" Apparently his
music is so addicting it's almost a physical need to follow him and hear more.
I gave him extra-long ears because of his fae-ishness, and two pipes because
those things are cool, and sitting on an (iridescent) giant mushroom over
a pool based on an image in the poem. I think parts turned out rather well,
although from this one and the last one you can see I'm no good at backgrounds.
Oh, yes, and I didn't give him a beard even though his name means "sparkly
beard". I've been working on a colour version, but it's not progressed for
about a year now. I also have the tune of a song (maybe a Lied) in my head
for the poem but it's not on my "list of things to urgently compose".BLANK SPACE TO PROTECT IMAGE AND IMAGE DATA FROM LONG BOUT OF WHINING
Ahhhhhhhhghghghgmworuaworrraoaghag.... what do you do when you get the worst day of your entire life? Well, I guess the morning was okay. The morning was good. Then I got to my piano lesson, and it was okay... sort of... but I was overly emotional for no apparent reason. Next, I had a two-hour masterclass in which I played last - no doubt to give me time to rest after my lesson. Well, first of all, it's freezing cold in there, and the cookies weren't around at the beginning like they usually were... not that cookies add to the dignity of a scene... Anyway, my turn came, and I sat down and found that while my hands weren't trembling or anything, I was scared stiff. I was just scared. Unreasonably. Then, I started and I forgot the third bar. I tried again and then tried to go back for the music. Unfortunately, or something, Mr. Delle Vigne is a nice person and tried to talk me into relaxing and trusting myself. Ha! Like that happens with me! I could try and relax, though, but it didn't work. I struggled through it, the last movement of the Mozart K310 (it's in A-, anyway) and it was too slow for the piece and too fast for me although it was fine the day before and there was hardly any music at all. I was almost in tears for the whole rest of the evening, and I hate that. He tried to show me stuff, and I did learn something, but my hands wouldn't work the way they usually would. That's the first time in my life I've had a performance like that. Now I've got a mantra in my head ("I am an idiot, I am an idiot, I am an idiot...") and a song ((tune of Little Teapot) "I'm a little Florina, meek and shy" - ...Florina is a timid little Pegasus Knight from Fire Emblem 7 who cries in the face of difficulty). Great.
Flairé: Fortunately, I have a humourous solution: The Catalogue of Holes to Disappear Into! It's divided into three sections: the Basic Hole, which comes lined in your choice of wet dirt, wood panelling, concrete, brick, or steel, in the colour and size of your preference; also the Elevator hole, popular for stage use; and the new popular hi-tech/fantasy holes section, which includes worm holes, warps, portals, hidden dimensions, and the plot-hole, which is perhaps the most popular of the lot. Only $999.95 each. Heh.
Yay. I am recovering, using the concept: who is going to remember this? Sure, I made myself look like a crybaby dunce, and Dr. Syer is probably wondering who that person was and what she did with Jennifer, but seriously, no one will care in a year. And then there's five years after that, and ten years after that. And the other three people played great, so I didn't embarrass the Collegium (blatant advertising here) too badly, although I did waste everybody's valuable half hour of time.
It's like Sally again: "Hockey stick! I said hockey stick! Why on earth did I say hockey stick?!? Now everyone hates me. Moses hates me, Luke hates me... th' Apostles hate me! All 50 of 'em!"
Charlie Brown: O_O