Nah, no juicy gossip here, nothing about the very hot chick from [place] with [very awesome skill]. Though I've got one of those at music school... but that's for another journal entry.

I just want to say that I love talented people. Especially artistically talented people, and especially musically talented people. I love finding other musically talented people. I love speaking that language. I love when a 16-year-old is directing our choir, and he says to the sopranos, "oh, you're singing sol, the seventh of the minor scale," and everyone goes "huhh??" except me. I love the people you can throw sheet music at and they'll fucking sing the shit out of it. So maybe the title of this should read "I love talented musicians." I'm biased, so sue me.

But what's even better are the "secret" talented people. The really unassuming, modest ones. Some people you can tell from a mile off that they're a music genius/snob. But there are some people who can be the goofiest on earth, and when you hand them a piece of music, they'll sing every damn note spot on. They can be a dork and go around trying to throat-sing, and still be the best damn violinist you know. They can jump up and down and be an adorable gay man, they can be blind and lead crazy-ass full-body warm-ups that get your entire camp jumping and down like madpeople...

I miss living with 70 incredibly talented musicians.

I miss camp.

Groar.

Maybe listening through all of the camp music (the choral concert and everyone's compositions) wasn't so good for stemming the flow of nostalgia. Thhbt.