so...my home ward of YW/YM came up here to go to a reception and go on a little hike up here in the Red Butte Garden area. Poor mom probably had to turn back sooner than she wished because she's part of the YW. While me...well, I don't really have to answer to anyone (sort of). So I took off with some skinny 12 year olds (if that) and a leader to explore a bit...
We own one. A small midget accordion worth 100 bucks. Here's the proof.
I'm not quite sure what to do with it. I have yet to figure out the bass chords, but I know I've found c and g. Rick's accordion lesson books aren't a lot of help, but hey...
I think I'll put some sweet skills to use and learn how to play the "I am a Utah Man" song on it. Then mayhaps I'll engage in the team tradition to sing the song after every swim meet by playing the red and white accordion. It works!
We used to listen to a song while training in high school that was...bizarre. Fortunately for me, a good friend Emily Dee, found it, and put it on her blog! It's all in Russian, sung by the famous Russian singer Vitas. For some reason the it was ordered that te papers claim his songs were lip synched- he didn't really do it. However, he fought to prove himself the true singer in concerts by taking the mike away from his face so you know, "oh, there's no sound because the mike is gone. Ah."
Anyhow. Here's a video (without the mike tricks):
the translation goes something like this:
my house is built, but i am alone in it; the door got shut behind my back; the autumn wind is knocking on the window, crying again over me.
there is thunder at night, and mist in the morning; the sun has got cold; pains from long ago go one after another, let them combine into one
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my house is built, but i am alone in it; the door got shut behind my back; the autumn wind is knocking on the window, crying again over me.
it's fate, and I can't ask fate for anything; but i know how after me winds would start howling
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Here's what doesn't make sense: The official music video for this song...he has gills! What?!
"...and I guarantee if you miss this class three times or more, you will flunk...why aren't you taking notes? In this class it's important to take notes ALL THE TIME, whether you think the information is important or not..." Yes, we had to take notes on every person that introduced themselves, and anything about them like where they're from, their major, their hobbies, etc. Well, swimming doesn't guarantee that I won't miss this class more than three times, and I wouldn't make that great of a journalist anyway. Who wants to be interviewed by someone that constantly asks the question "what?" "Could you repeat that, sorry..." and so...I hopped right out... ...right in to something completely different. It's awkward to have to hold the same position for twenty minutes and have a person gawk at you as they try to draw you. And it's awkward to be in the other person's shoes. I have no drawing skills! I don't want to try to draw you! Gah! I'm taking "painting for non-majors." And today and next Monday we're going to be doing "drawing 101 crash course." Painting isn't probably the best art course to take because it is also the most expensive class (I think.) I have quite a few items on my list that I need to find and buy before Thursday of next week. However, I think this class will be fun and worthwhile in the long run. Maybe after this class, I can finally finish the huge murals I've started in two rooms and possibly make them pleasant to be in and to look at.
