It’s all about perception…
I made my voice teacher cry today. More about that in a minute or two…
I had a funny experience on the bus today. A couple came on, about 55 years old I figure. They sat beside me. While I watched them walk on, I thought, “They seem like a normal couple.” Ha. They were soaked in the smell of pot. I was stunned. And felt like gagging. Yuck. Then, across the aisle from me, a Native man sits down. His clothes are dirty, he’s carrying a couple of shopping bags that look like they’ve been carried out of a dumpster. His face has clearly been scarred in some sort of fight – at least, that’s what I think. A cell phone rings. The Native mans answers it. On his Blackberry. I thought he was a poor, homeless man. Some homeless Blackberry man, apparently. It’s all about perception.
Now, if you’re into politics, you might want to check this out. There’s a game called “Prime Minister Forever”. I downloaded the free trial of it offered by CBC’s online website (it’s somehwhere in their election coverage), but there’s a website that offers a full version as well, with 6 different scenarios. The free download only offers the scenario of this election. I haven’t tried it yet, but it looks like fun. And – politics is perception…
So, what do you perceive about Stephen Harper? I perceive that he’s laying out all of his cards too soon. I surmise that Paul Martin is bluffing. It’s like a poker game, and I truly think that Harper is playing all of his platform cards way too soon. There’s still over a month left in this election campaign, and everyday he comes out with a new platform announcement. I don’t know what the Liberals are doing, but they’re clearly saving all of their money and ammunition for the last couple weeks of the campaign, which, if we actually do care, is all we’re going to care about anyways. But that’s my perception…
Which leads me back to my opening line. Why did I make my teacher cry? I can’t say for certain, but I think it was a good thing. We were doing some technical exercises, and I let this Bb go that just sailed. And that’s when my teacher teared up. I’ve never seen him be that emotional. Ever. He just said, “That sound was gorgeous. It had roundness, clarity, beauty, it was just – beautiful.” And this man knows what he’s talking about. He’s one of the greatest teachers in Canada. And I made him cry. I’m finally finding my sound, or, if you want to take it literally, “my voice”. It’s exciting, it’s frightening because it’s such a big sound, but it’s fascinating. That’s what I came here for. To find myself. To find “my voice”. To get rid of my perceptions…
