ok, so i’m currently trying to get my bachelors of music in jazz studies. that means that i’m, like, taking 9 courses every fucking semester and that i’m drowning in mixolydian and solfege. it’s fucking fun, obviously, or i wouldn’t be doing it, but going back to school and having to deal with gendered public washrooms, sexist profs, and all sorts of ridiculous situations is… enthralling.
one class i’m taking is pedagogy. the point of it is to learn how to teach a group of kids how to play their instruments. we go about this by each choosing an instrument that’s from a different family than our main instrument, and then forming a class concert band. my main instrument is my voice; i chose to play the electric bass for this class.
bass is turning out to be rad! when i’m playing bass, i like to stand all badass and make the “face of funk”— you guys all know what that looks like. you know. “bass-face”. yeah. it’s splendid.
so we’re playing stuff like “mary had a little lamb” and “hot cross buns” because these instruments are brand new to us. we go to play some silly little duet with a part “a” and a part “b”— and, well, my colorings will tell the rest.