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Mihas’ Fall and Christmas Concerts
Had a great night with @therealsugarjoe last Sunday. Played some songs, listened to music, sang some music, listened to the choir make the church songs super incredible with background harmonies. Great time. I didn’t record the Christmas concert, though maybe I’ll try next year, just like how I’m finally keeping programs to track what I’ve played. But! here are the songs my group played for our Fall concert. Be warned, that fourth one is almost 20 minutes long, although it is technically 2 pieces put together.
Peruvian Fanfare No. 1 - Antionio Gervasoni
Suite Française: Normandy, Brittany, Ile-De-France, Alsace-Lorraine, Provence- Darius Milhaud
Tribute - David Gorham
Over the Hills and Far Away; Handel on the Strand - Percy Grainger
Exultate - Samuel Hazo
At some point
I’ll remember to turn off/take both of my alarms so that they don’t later go off and wake up my bed mate. But that day is not today.
Wait... I hate you.
So, there I am at work doing my work thing when someone calls out, “Mihas?” in kind of a surprised but fond sort of way. Turn around, see someone I recognize but can’t place and smile and say hello. They ask me how it is I ended up this far north and I can’t place them so I wonder why they’re asking but explain that I was rooming with some people from college so I’m this far north. Turn the question around, they say they’ve been there since graduation.
A little confused because they say four years ago. I graduated from college two years ago and didn’t really know any Sophmores...
Oh.
They meant High School.
Wait...
You’re the one that got into an argument with me over a game of “Never have I Ever” at our Senior Dinner. An argument where you were calling me celibate and invalidating my sexuality.
I hate you.
Erin. Their name is Erin.
I’m not friends with you, Erin. I hate you. The last time we ever interacted, you told me I was celibate. I’m not celibate and I hate you for it.
The only piece I really cared about playing tonight: Tchaikovsky’s 5th Finale.
Good for a listen. I’m the bassoon and, unfortunately, we played in a church so the quality’s not as good as it would be in a concert hall but I think it still came out pretty clear. (Clearer than some other pieces, for sure.)