Got a call regarding that performance in September. Turns out, they want me to do a full recital, with a full orchestra. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
(Don't worry, I'm not nervous, more like excited, hehehehe). This is serious business and I require serious assistance. Reconnected with my vocal coach, we're meeting on Saturday to work, gonna tell her several things out of the door and then I think we should be good to go (damn, I'm getting really good at that "tell people what's what" thing
- and I'll go out on a limb and say that the DRS helps, because normally, in a "we need to talk" situation, usually I'd either face a "foch" (it's a Polish word which means that someone's throwing a tantrum of a sort, "mieć focha"
) or get attacked with negativity and blame-shifting in reprisal, lol, and thus doing stuff like that was extremely fucking tiresome emotionally for me) ).
Still, it's funny how every time I go to that darned conservatory and actually have a productive/good time - and especially if I have a good day singing or a female shows interest, lol - I need to rest up for a full day after, do a clearing or two and re-charge on energy, despite all that DRSing I've been doing. Heh. Some people.
Still, we're getting there, my friends. Looks good.
Decided to start quitting smoking. Not gonna do it the "cold turkey" way, but more like laying it off gradually to ultimately stop (although I have a neat thingy that should help out and I'm going to use it). It's essentialy really related to that entire daddy Freud "primal process" thing [EDIT: same as the "video games dreams" I had some time back, lol], lol, and now that I've realized this, it's like, "heh, no biggie then". It's like creepy uncle Lacan says - all that shite is pretty much a symptom of a "lack in being" of some sort, heh.