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Well yesterday had 2 phases:
Went to Newmarket for this church music seminar thingy. A dude who used to do musical theatre (actually for some big name things, Phantom etc) who became a priest (hah!) was giving a talk on how to sing properly. The majority of people there were women aged 30-60, either of the caucasian or asian variety. I sat between a lady from our choir, and a grey-bearded fellow with dirty pants and velcro runners who kept bumping me with his elbow when we were doing singing exercises.
Then I went to a party, a housewarming kind of party thrown by a guy at work. It was in an aged Victorian house, the kind that have original woodwork details, are painted over with 28349287 coats of paint and very narrow. I love old houses. Later on we watched Psycho on CBC with the sound down, together with some trancy music from Mitchell Akiyama, a guy from Montreal, played off the household music server. That music continued till she got killed, then iTunes went over to some Fatboy Slim. A good time was had by all. There were just enough people, not so many that the social groups get splintered, and enough to keep the conversation lively.
Went to Newmarket for this church music seminar thingy. A dude who used to do musical theatre (actually for some big name things, Phantom etc) who became a priest (hah!) was giving a talk on how to sing properly. The majority of people there were women aged 30-60, either of the caucasian or asian variety. I sat between a lady from our choir, and a grey-bearded fellow with dirty pants and velcro runners who kept bumping me with his elbow when we were doing singing exercises.
Then I went to a party, a housewarming kind of party thrown by a guy at work. It was in an aged Victorian house, the kind that have original woodwork details, are painted over with 28349287 coats of paint and very narrow. I love old houses. Later on we watched Psycho on CBC with the sound down, together with some trancy music from Mitchell Akiyama, a guy from Montreal, played off the household music server. That music continued till she got killed, then iTunes went over to some Fatboy Slim. A good time was had by all. There were just enough people, not so many that the social groups get splintered, and enough to keep the conversation lively.