Today I played at the Mayan Theatre! Wyatt asked me to play the cello for a band that wanted more strings. We had a rehearsal on Saturday in Pasadena and then today we played in two services at 6PM and 8PM.

This is the outside…I didn’t get a good picture of the whole place because then I’d have to cross the street.

Inside…

Through the doors…

A bar… There were lots of cool places but I didn’t really wander…it was kind of dark.

During sound check. Sound check is kind of…it tests your patience! Going around and people say what mics they want to hear…and if it’s loud enough for them. You really can’t hear yourself or other play. I couldn’t really hear myself so I was super worried if I was out of tune and didn’t even know it.

You can sit up there on the second floor.

oOoo. This bassist was reeeally good. I met him later. He can speak fluent Japanese and reads Korean. He also plays the kodo and the zither! The zither! I’ve always wanted to learn that…so jealous. He majored in Japanese music and was like…the embassador for music in Japan for something…sent by the embassy…And composed for the Japanese embassy here or something crazy like that.

View from the back of the second floor.

The ceiling is pretty neato.

Fog and lights and keyboard.

I didn’t get a picture of what I wore, and it seemed silly to take a picture after the fact so I didn’t. But I will share this lovely accessory I made. Fun to flair when vibrato-ing. The sheer ribbon also kind of sparkles under the lighting. Inspired by Sanosuke from Rurouni Kenshin.

Two songs. I’d say the more impressive song is 4:35 but you can probably hear me better in the first song.

Last song. I didn’t get any music for this so I repeated notes a la Canon in D style. You can also actually hear me better here too.

It was really fun. I got to stay in a green room and I got to get nervous before I performed. Some people came up to me and gave me their business cards and said that cellists are a rare breed. Rare! Dripping with blood! >: E kekeke

After all that socializing though, I did yearn to return to my shell. Curl up in my sweater and bask in my monitor’s glow.