‘Musicology’ Category

  1. Important text messaging exchanges that I have had with my roommate while he is away in Kalamazoo:

    March 21, 2009 by ms. xandra

    “Does the phrase ‘lushly orchestrated neo-Romantic beguine’ make sense to you? PS: I just taught my phone how to spell beguine.”

    “Sounds lovely! Beguine! Now mine can say it too!”

    “Good! Thanks! And now our phones can listen to Cole Porter together!”


  2. Nightmares of the bookish and nerdy

    February 12, 2009 by ms. xandra

    Last night I had a dream that I had submitted an abstract of my Amy Winehouse paper to the AMS and they sent it back to me in the mail with every sentence crossed out in red pen.  And also “FALSE” was written in the margins, beside every sentence that had been crossed out in red pen.  And I cried and I was like “but I read Amy, Amy, Amy:  The Amy Winehouse Story so closely and thoroughly!  How could my entire theoretically framework be flawed?”  But it was.  And then I failed as a musicologist.

    And that is the story of why I’m glad I didn’t submit anything to the AMS conference this year!


  3. And then I flew a rocket ship to the planet Marva.

    January 19, 2009 by ms. xandra

    Zarah and I went to the Pasadena Doo-Dah Parade, which, basically, is a parade for the mad.  And, in many ways, it renewed by faith in humankind.  Here are pictures!  And also, my new goal in life is to be a Lady in a Fancy Dress, Sitting on a Car, Waving at the Masses when I grow up.

    In other news:  I have figured out how to write a musicology paper about space (outer).  It is ostensibly about the B-52s, but mostly it will be about space.  This will require many trips to the Observatory so that I can learn everything there is to know about space. I actually went there this Friday already, which made me flash back to those days when Young Alexandra, Age 13, saw the film Contact and decided that I would be an astronomer, until I realized that such a career choice would probably involve knowing lots of math.  So then I gave up on that and decided to be an opera singer, until I realized that I actually hate other opera singers, and only wanted to be an opera singer because my voice teacher told me that I did, and so now I am a musicologist who writes papers about space.  Ah, memories.  All alone in the moonlight.

    And also, at the Observatory there was a Tesla coil for no reason at all.  Tesla coils, as you may know, look pretty neat and shoot sparks in the air but don’t really have much purpose, other than to broadly indicate “SCIENCE” in a certain breed of science fiction film with which I am intimately familiar.  Ergo, awesome.


  4. Dear person who said this to me:

    September 25, 2008 by ms. xandra

    “Musicology?  What are you ever going to do with that?  Open up a dinky little sheet music store?”

    Why don’t you go fuck yourself.

    Truly, madly, deeply, yours,

    Alexandra, who has had a very long day.