I'm getting lazy about blogging... Plus, I do want some sleep so I'll keep this (relatively) short.

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First, the unimportant news:

- This week was a week of politics competitions, as I watched the preliminary round of the Lucien Wang piano competition on Monday and the Tan Ngiang Khaw/Tan Ngiang Ann Memorial vocal competition on Tuesday. I saw Mr. Boris during both competitions (he adjudicated for the piano one) and he must have wondered what happened to princess, because she didn't turn up for either.

- I did my Theory on the spot again during Wednesday's lecture, and wrote 'done on the spot' and handed it in. Got 10/10.

- Some of the composers got together and started on a rock cover of the Kyrie from the Nelson Mass. Very fun.

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Next, the important news:

There's a new cellist in orchestra this week. And he's damn good.

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Ok basically I was invited back to orchestra on Tuesday by none other than you know who. I shan't try to reproduce exactly what he said, but the gist of it was that he remained his double-faced, ball-less self, and denied what he said when he dumped me from platform. He even tried to pin the blame on others.

That being said, I can understand a little about the spontaneity with which he does things. He put the list up for us to sign, and then didn't even look at it. What an idiot. However, flatly denying what he did is another thing altogether. Does he truly not remember? Or is he just being a coward?

I didn't dredge up the Haydn concerto incident because it's been two and a half months.

Give him credit for sucking up to me though - he said lots of things to me, for example I was intelligent and a great player. Not like I don't know it, though. At least he swallowed his pride and said it. It sure made me feel better about coming back.

Of course it's clear that he's desperate - the single guest cellist we have isn't exactly what we'd call good - but I agreed to come back, even though he didn't apologize for anything, because I wanna bury the hatchet if an opportunity presents itself.

I don't want to hate him forever.

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Also, this afternoon, princess was overcome with exhaustion so we cancelled date plans and she went home. That was when I took the opportunity to catch Detroit Metal City.

To make a long story short, the music wasn't death metal at all. CT's fears about DM being misrepresented generally came true. DMC's music sounded more like extreme J-rock than anything (very like X-Japan). The girl band was pop rock, and Jack's music was kinda like mainstream heavy metal.

CT also said that death metalheads seldom dress up, which is another inaccuracy about the genre presented. That being said, though, the dress of DMC smacks of a very overdone visual kei, which identifies itself closely with Japanese rock/metal musicians.

There was also a factually not very accurate explanation of death metal near the start of the movie: it said that DM was influenced by DEATH, HELL and SATAN if I remember correctly... which, as we all know, is a characteristic which identifies more strongly with Black Metal rather than DM.

However, the movie is worth the watch for its exploration of issues pertaining to music and life, such as realization of dreams, and its laugh factor.

Recommended for any self-respecting musician, not limited to rockers.