classic advice

Adverbs aren’t evil; said isn’t dead
Please stop hitting the wall with your head

Active is grand but not always the best
Sometimes it’s passive that passes the test

Some write with style, others write plain
Let’s all agree that writing’s a pain

The ‘rules’ can be broken, twisted, or bent
All that matters is that you are content

Make your own story and write your own way
This has been a writer’s PSA

How to be a successful professional musician

  • Be AMAZING at sightreading
  • Be 5 minutes early
  • Have your music with you
  • Have two pencils with you
  • Have water and a snack with you
  • Keep your calendar current
  • Check your calendar often
  • Show up with your part learned
  • Stay engaged until rehearsal is done
  • Fix your own mistake before the conductor has to address it
  • Smile and say “thank you” often
  • Be proactively friendly to conductors, ensemble members, and audience members
  • Have an exceptional work ethic
  • Learn to drink with other musicians until two on Friday night and still rock that wedding gig Saturday morning at ten
  • Make beautiful music every time you open your face or touch your instrument. Every. Single. Time
  • Be reliable
  • Pay attention
  • Kick ass at sightreading. If you can sightread you can pay rent
How NOT to Behave at Rehearsal


I’m in a new city, with a new performance crowd, and in a bunch of new ensembles. It’s opened my eyes to some habits that I had started to ignore at my undergrad. Stuff I had started ignoring as just character traits of people I’d performed with for years now leaps out as unprofessional behavior. A lot of it comes from adults long out of school, too, so keep that in mind when you start performing in the wider world!

Be early.  If you’re not at LEAST five minutes early, you’re late. I’d argue that ten to fifteen is better. Especially at the professional level, it’s expected that people are in their seats and ready to begin at the stated start time. Get to rehearsal early to get your stuff put down and socializing out of the way, so you’re not the reason the director is shushing people.

PRACTICE. I get that there’s eight MILLION things you have to practice for. However, you shouldn’t take a gig in the first place if you don’t have time to prepare it. Once you receive your music, make sure your parts are learned and ready to go for rehearsal as much as possible. Rehearsal is not practice - rehearsal is for polishing, not note plunking.

Keep snide comments to yourself. No one wants to hear your muttered “Seriously?” when the director tells you to do something. Eye-rolling at someone else’s biffed solo is a bad look. Just because the rehearsal isn’t living up to expectations doesn’t mean you should have a snotty attitude about it. The aloof, vocally annoyed person is just as likely to get dropped as the unprepared person. The well-prepared, cheerful person with a good attitude is going to get hired again, and complimented, and talked about to other people who run gigs.

Also: venting to other performers in the gig can be okay, but there’s a fine line between venting and badmouthing. Sometimes it’s better to say nothing at all to anyone at all related to the event - that’s why I recommend keeping some non-performer friends at all times.

Show the director respect. The director is the one in charge of the performance, for the most part. That means whatever happens is their responsibility, as long as the performers prepared and did their best. Having questions and comments in rehearsal is fine, just keep them polite and don’t interrupt others with them. Even if the director is completely wrong, it’s better to nod at what they say and then ignore them to do the part correctly than to get in an argument - it won’t reflect well on you.

Take the production seriously, not yourself. Unless you’re the only person in a performance, then the goal should be to make the entire production look good, not just yourself. Work for the greater good, not just your own. If you’re not the best person in the room (which you shouldn’t be!), then chill - your goal is to improve and grow and help make a good performance. That’s all you need to do. Laugh at your mistakes and move on, don’t stress and act embarrassed.

(If you’re absolutely sure that you’re the best performer in the room, take a step back and see if your ego is blinding you. If it isn’t, then you need to start auditioning for better ensembles - there’s always someone in the area better than you, and you should be working with them for your own growth.)

You’d be shocked at the way grown adults will act in rehearsal sometimes. It’s like people get it in their head that because they are a Professional and Very Busy that they have carte blanche to be rude or unprepared or whatever. Don’t turn into that! Every great ensemble I’ve been in has been great because people were kind, prepared, and ready to work. Aspire to be one of those people. You got this!

The Classical Oswald Advice~

Mickey: Hey ozzy, i need help, can you lend me some advice? -v-

Oswald: Well, IF I WERE YOU…

Mickey: Lemme guess; i would want to be you?

Oswald: UHM No…

Mickey: then what?

Oswald: you would ADORE to be me. uwu

:’) im sorry i had to,

  *submitted by fizpap owo

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How to Make an Awesome First Impression

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School starts soon.

Yeah, stop screaming, it’s a fact, chill.

With a new school year coming up, there’s an great opportunity approaching: the chance to make a BOMB first impression on all your new classmates. This is especially true if you’ve transferred or if you’re a new student!

I’m starting grad school in the fall, and so I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this recently. Here’s how we can both make an awesome impression on our new peers!

Be humble. Everyone you meet during your first week or two is going to be new, or know that you’re new. They’ll be able to tell if you’re bragging on yourself. Everyone around you has equivalent accomplishments to your own. That’s why they’re here! Assume that you’re the least knowledgeable in the room on a given topic, until proven otherwise. You’ll save yourself some embarrassing corrections by not being cocky.

Be confident. WITH THAT SAID, you should still be confident! After all, you got into this same school as all your classmates. You’re on an equal footing with all the other new students, and if you put in the effort, you will match or exceed the current upperclassmen’s abilities. So walk with confidence!

Protip: the difference between confidence and cockiness is whether or not you actually pay attention to what other people are saying. If you hear yourself interrupting others, or using the phrases “yes, but,” or “but actually,” more than about once a week, try listening to others more and monologuing less.

Be inquisitive. On the same note, make it a habit to ask about others! Everyone loves talking about themselves around people they like. So asking about someone’s hobbies, or where they got that cool shirt, or how they practice that one melisma, is a great way to both get to know people and make friends.

Be honest. People don’t like being lied to. This includes being lied to about who someone (you) really is. Making a friend is great! Making a friend who only likes you because you altered every aspect of your personality is… not great. College is certainly a place to experiment and play around with your personality. However, you probably have a basic idea of things you enjoy. Embrace those things! If someone asks about your hobbies, tell them! You never know who else out there is still clinging to Pokemon GO, hoping it’ll get better, or who paints miniature D&D figurines. Even if the person asking doesn’t have that hobby, they may know someone who does. I met my SO after taking a risk and commenting on his shirt, revealing myself as the kind of nerd who thought it was a reference to something else.

Oh, also: people can tell when your “cool story” is bullshit. Don’t try to make yourself cool by lying about stuff you haven’t actually done.

Be spiffy. Dress like the person you want to be in a year. In your lessons, this means dressing nicely and with maximum range of motion. In your other classes, it means putting in like, any effort at all - the goal is to put off wearing sweatpants and stained shirts to class as long as possible. In social situations, it means dressing the way you want people to perceive you. Don’t abandon your personal style, but maybe consider whether you at 20, 25, or 35 would want to be remembered as the person who wore cat ears or full juggalo makeup at all times. (Note: I know someone who does in fact do one of those things.)

Be relaxed. Look, people like making friends. Don’t let the stress of moving to a new place and a new school wind you up too badly. That’s how you get the Wild Eyes and make people a little nervous when you talk to them. Take some deep breaths, remember that people tend to enjoy meeting new people, and talk to people! Before and after classes, in lounges, at bars or coffee shops - just talk to anyone not wearing headphones or focusing hardcore on their phone.

People are scary, especially strangers. I can attest to that. However, we’re gonna go out and make some awesome first impressions anyway!

You got this!

Dear x,

Dad let you come outside with me and Roll today. We couldn’t wander very far, but you really enjoyed seeing the outside world after being confined in the walls of the lab for so long. I remember how much your face lit up when the sunshine hit you for the first time. Roll found lots of flowers and you and her picked some. She gathered your favourite ones and put them in a clay pot in your room so you can see them even when you’re inside your capsule. We sat outside for a long time. You asked why the sun continuously got lower and lower, and once I explained the sunset you refused to go inside until you could experience it for yourself. But it was okay, me and Roll loved being there with you for the last time. Eventually we had to go back inside. We knew what was coming. I miss you so much already…I wish we had more time together. Dad had to seal you in the capsule after we came back inside. You kept crying…It all happened so fast. Dad programmed me with the ability to feel, and every emotion overwhelmed me all at once. I know he made a extremely significant upgrades to your ability to think and feel too, completely outmatching my own. I can’t even fathom what it was like for you…I hope that once your testing is complete, we can see the sunrise too.

Dear x,

Blues came to visit us today. He doesn’t come by much with his malfunctioning core and all. He still refuses to get help, I feel so far away from him. I think I’m making progress though, but he’s really hard to read. Wily’s plan for world dominations slowly get stupider and less severe the older he gets. Bass mentioned that he’s building a super robot like you. I’m very scared…even Bass was worried for what he could do. I hope that he doesn’t hurt you. Bass also told me that he could have free will on the same degree as you, so maybe he would rather be your friend than follow the path set for him by Wily? I’m worried. Apparently he isn’t done yet. I just hope that if he is bad, that he doesn’t outmatch you.

Speaking of Bass, he doesn’t really follow Wily anymore. He just kinda…does whatever he wants. He still constantly wants to battle me to prove he’s stronger though. I still win every time, but its become more of a aggressive competition than a matter of life or death. I’m really happy about that. It’s been about a year since you were sealed. 29 more to go…see you soon.

Dear x,

Today is mine and Roll’s birthday. Dad said we were turned on for the first time 16 years ago. Blues came too. He also told us that he started developing you 11 years ago. He’s getting really old…me and Roll are afraid of what will happen when he passes on. Blues’s core won’t last much longer, and dad gets sicker every day. Everything is falling apart. At least I’ll have Roll. Bass too, I guess.

I don’t know what’s going to happen to us. I’m afraid that we’ll have to be scrapped or something. The government has very harsh and strict rules against robots, and they can’t live forever. Do we have a set date to die? I really want to see you again…

Dear x,

Dad can’t do much lately. He’s really out of it. Me and Roll have been taking care of him. Wily hasn’t done anything in a few years, so we haven’t had much to do. Bass stops by sometimes to fight me. At first we did, but now he just stops by to see how we’re doing. Blues comes by too. I like it when we’re all together. Bass told me that Wily stays up all night working on his prized robot. Seems like he’s putting all of his focus onto him and has given up on taking over the world for now. He’s around the same age as dad, so he won’t last much longer.

Dear x,

Blues’s core is finally being replaced today! I’ve convinced him to let me and Roll fix him. I’m so happy…I was very worried for what would happen in the future. I can’t remember whether you met him or not. I think you did, but if you didn’t, I know you’ll like him. It’s been about 4 years since you’ve been sealed. 26 more to go.

Dear x,

Dad died today. He really wanted to live long enough to see you. We all knew it would never happen. I wish I wasn’t programmed with emotions.

Dear x,

It has been really quiet since Dad passed. It’s a little bit better now. Roll has been very depressed. I’ve been helping her keep the house tidy. It’s been fine, but going into your room is…emotional. Roll hates going in there. She tries avoiding your capsule. But she always just sits there for a long time. It’s so lonely. If me and Roll get separated, I don’t know what I would do.

Dear x,

It’s been so long…Bass and Blues come by to keep me and Roll company. Wily passed on a long time ago. He sealed that robot away to emerge some time later in the future. I miss you so much. I don’t know how much longer I can live. Without dad here, I can’t be repaired. Blues taught me how to self-repair myself, but I’m not sure how much longer it will last. Me and Roll will break down eventually. I hope we can last long enough to see you again. I’ve been counting down the days until I can see you once more. 7,000 more days…20 years is a long time.

Writing/ Poetry *Tip*

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somwhereonlyweknow010  asked:

Hey! Time for that normal fluff :)!What woyld happen if Eddie was shoving little love notes into Richie's locker every time he could?

“Man, someone really wants to get in my pants!” Richie’s voice shouted with amusement from a little ways down the hall. Eddie continued to stroll over casually, the thick dust in the schools air made him cough a little.

As he approached, Richie was waving around a familiar small, ripped sheet of blue paper. Beverly looked over his shoulder, her sucker Rolling to the left side of her mouth. Richie flicked it and held it up to her eyes, seemingly proud. She popped the treat out of her mouth, lips a little swelled and shook her head. “Roses are red, Violets are blue, your jokes are shit, but I love them too.” She read, thumb grazing at the corner of the note.

“It’s the third one I’ve got this week.” Richie ripped it from Beverly and placed it back in his locker. She nodded, eyes wandering over to Eddie as she pushed her sucker back past her lips.

“Y'know any girl who could be doing this?” Richie asked and Beverly shook her head.

“I know of no girls who’d be sending cute poems to you.” She chuckled and Richie crossed his arms. “But…” She glanced back at Eddie. The smaller boy gave her a panicked look. “Then again I’m not too great at figuring out secret admirers from poetry.” She shrugged and started on her way to class, bumping Eddies arm encouragingly as she left.

“Ya heat that Eds? I’m desirable.” Richie turned to the smaller boy with a laugh, Eddie finally approached to stand next to him and rolled his eyes. “Y'know maybe these are from your mom-”

Eddie whipped Richie’s arm so fast, he barely even realized he’d done it. “Ow, jeez Eds. No need to be jealous, I still think you’re the cutest Kaspbrak.” Richie reached over to pinch Eddies cheek. Eddie slapped his hand away.

“Don’t do that, I hate it when you do that.” Eddie composed himself again as Richie grinned.

“Sure you do. C'mon Eddie, class awaits.” Richie gestured for Eddie to follow him, and as always Eddie did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You think I could get Mike to tutor me in History? My grade took a serious dip after that test-”

“Attention Lads and Lady! For I need your help!” Richie plopped down next to Stan, who rolled his eyes immediately and bit into his sand which. “Mrs. Wilson didn’t like my joke last class so she’s having me grade everyone’s tests.” Richie flopped the tests and the answer key down on the table.

“Are you changing your grade?” Stan asked with discouragement in his eyes. Richie mocked offense.

“You’d think with your giant nerd glasses you’d be smarter.” Eddie chuckled and Richie scoffed.

“Hey, I copied off of you so if I failed, you failed.” He jetted his finger out sassily and cleared his throat. “Anyway.” Richie pulled out another familiar small ripped sheet of blue paper and looked up with an evil grin. Eddie swallowed harshly.

“I know whoever this admirer is, they’re in Mrs. Wilsons class cause she’s the only teacher that has colored paper!” He flicked the blue note again. “So I need you guys to help me compare hand writing!”

Stan was surprised Richie had come up with an actual sound plan and was about to agree to help when he caught sight of Eddie in his seat looking positively green. He was shaking his head back and forth. Stan widened his eyes. ‘Oh’ he thought. Beverly seemed to notice as well and she bumped Stan’s arm. ‘Do something’. Stan reached over and took the tests like he was going to help but quickly knocked them all onto the floor. “Oops!”

Beverly held back a giggle and Richie scowled. “Look what you did, noodle arms!” He bent down to pick them up but Stan and Beverly did as well and did their best to stall before Richie could get them. They’d succeeded, as the bell rang Richie scrambled them together. “Man I was suppose to have these done by this period!” He scrambled up and out the lunch room doors.

“Thanks guys.” Eddie said in a small voice and they shrugged.

“You should just tell him you know.” Stan suggested. “I mean, he thinks you’re the greatest.”

Eddie shook his head. “No, he’s always teasing me.”

“It’s cause he likes you…and he knows you secretly love it.” Beverly chuckled and Eddie blushed.

“Just something to think about.” Stan smiled softly and pat Eddies arm as they walked out.
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Eddie had been pacing at his locker since he’d got there, extremely early too. He’d slipped his note into Richie’s locker and darted away as quick as humanly possible to where he stood now. Bill was watching him with a small smile and bit into the breakfast that he was forced to take on the go.

“So w-w-what’s it say?” He asked in his best sing-song voice and Eddie frowned. He’d not wanted to do this but Stan and Bev had somewhat convinced him.

He’d nervously asked Ben and Mike what on earth he should write. Ben had given him classic advice. “Write what you feel.”

Mike had pat his shoulder and nodded. “You’re gonna do great.”

So Eddie assured himself with Mike’s voice in his head.

“No fucking way!!” They snapped their heads around at the sound of Richie’s shout. Not too long after, Richie shot down the hall and tripped right in front of them but quickly hopped up to play it off. Bill laughed.

“You sneaky shit. It’s you-.” Richie cut himself off to breath and push up his glasses. Eddie blushed. “That’s great Eds!”

“Really?” He squeaked

“We’re gonna have so much fun!” Richie threw his arm around the smaller boy. Bill smiled, proud.

“So what’s it s-s-say?” Bill asked and Richie gave him the note.


'You can keep calling me Eds, and I’ll keep telling you I hate it but just know I fucking love it!’

anonymous asked:

Hello! Recently i have huge interest in classics and your blog inspired me to actually study it thoroughly. And i mean every area of it. Can you please suggest some sources to self-study?

Hi dear, that’s truly amazing! I too learnt classics and ancient history on my own, and these are some links that I found to be extremely helpful.

languages

classical texts

documentaries

archaeology

Best of luck 💕

When and How to Say No to a Gig

First seen on my Patreon. All new patrons get a shoutout on this blog!

I’ll be completely honest: I’m new to the world of paying gigs. My undergrad was not situated in a good place for classical performance, so pretty much all of my performances were unpaid, just to get something for my CV. However, now that I’m in a new city, I have MANY more performance opportunities, as well as a ton of unpaid gigs that just seem super fun. How’s a musician to choose? Here’s how to decide when to take or pass on a gig!

Is it worth your time? Literally, is it paying enough for it to be worth you showing up? I was seriously regretting a gig recently because I was offered $0 to work with them, and it took a solid 2.5 hour round trip to get there and back. Public transport is great, but seriously, it was only six miles away! So long! While I’ve now found a ride with another person in the group, I’m going to think twice about taking any gig in the future that isn’t paid, let alone one that requires an additional several hours on either side of it. Know the value of your time! If you don’t love the gig itself, then seriously consider whether it’s worth the time invested.

Does it offer networking opportunities? The reason I took that gig in the first place was to meet other performers in my new city, and that’s certainly happening! I’ve reconnected with some performers I’d met in the past, as well as picked up some new connections. An unpaid gig can be absolutely worth it if it allows you to work with someone you’d like to learn from!

Are there major drawbacks to it? Two and a half hour commutes. Weird or conflicting rehearsal times. Working with someone you can’t stand. Playing an instrument or singing a voice part that you’re not comfortable with. If there’s something that you’ll have to do for a gig that you know you’re going to dread, then think twice about taking it in the first place!

How much time can you honestly devote to it? I have a Bad Habit of saying yes to anything I’m asked to join, which can lead to having way too much to do. I’m finally starting to get better about only accepting work and obligations that actually fit in my schedule. One of the primary things I think about when I consider taking on a new gig is whether I’ll be able to dedicate the external practice time to it that it deserves. Can I actually give a new gig two hours a week of practice time? Will I really sit down and do it? If not, it’s okay - I just say no in the first place. It’s more professional to tell someone no than to say yes and back out.

None of this is to say you shouldn’t do someone a favor - some of my best performances have been unpaid favors to friends, and a lot of those have led to further, funded gigs! However, you have to know what you can actually, physically accomplish in the 24 hours you have in a day.

Gigging can be a super satisfying way to make some cash and improve yourself as a performer. Just make sure it’s worth your time! Never be afraid to say no to something if it doesn’t work for you or your life. You got this!