more melrose adventures

I walked into my office at melrose (which isn't really my office.. just a room I claimed that EVERYBODY else wants to claim because it has carpet) to practice as usual. There was yellow liquid in my water bottle. I stared at the bottle for a few seconds... "maybe it turned yellow on its own?" But that just doesn't happen. I ignored it at first, pulled out my cello, began pracicing... but I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was just sitting there next to me... being yellow.

"ANDREW! GET UP HERE! NOW!" He ran upstairs. "Take this. Throw it away." There was also a plastic cup filled with yellow liquid. I wanted to believe it was tea, but there's no way. Somebody came and pissed in my water bottle, it wasn't big enough, so they peed in one of the plastic cups sitting on the desk.

I thought back to the previous day. My chamber ensemble was in the same room practicing, and during a delicate spot in the music, we heard a big "ERRRRRRR" coming from a tuba in the room above. We yelled all together, "NO MORE TUBA!" and the noise stopped abruptly. Then the window slammed shut. Could this water bottle pissing incident be a result of an angry tuba player seeking revenge? Or was somebody upset that I had claimed the nice room and wanted to quite literally mark their territory? Or did somebody convince themselves that it was simply more convenient?


It's really hard to practice scales when you're trying to figure out who pissed in your water bottle.

I went to orchestra a few minutes later and shot angry looks at the low brass for the first hour. During our break, I walked up the the tuba players. There's really no delicate way of asking somebody if they pissed in your property, so I went ahead and asked. They did a pretty good job of convincing me that they would never piss in an empty water bottle, so I left it at that.

Anyway, my office is now on the third floor. I'm not going to tell you what room though, because I still haven't figured out who pissed in my water bottle

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PART 2:
I sent out a big email advertising the album my friend zoe just released (which I recorded cello parts for). I got a reply from Rusty Holloway that made me feel pretty great:

"This is too hip for wurdz... congrats... you have crossed over..."



hey mr. picture of rusty... I wish you were my dad.















I'll give a shoutout to my cello teacher too... because he's a champ.  But he probably thinks I need quit playing silly old jazz music.
hey mr. picture of wesley... you get a smaller picture because you didn't say I was "hip"