and watch how you play
well i ended up playing pulp's "do you remember the first time?" and joe strummer's "johnny appleseed," tonight. i have had very little practice at being by myself with an acoustic, on stage. i'm much better at being in a band; when i'm by myself i have a hard time containing my energy.
in any event, my voice was damn fine, it was the most honest voice there, all night. everyone else was so hung up in their dave matthews/guster/eddie vedder imitations - is that garbage ever going to end? isn't even crap culture supposed to evolve?
it's weird - i had a thought, afterward. back Then, in the old time, when i was a different person, i had little cares or qualms about whether people liked me, but i was terrified about playing the song right and singing it well... now those two have completely swapped places... my voice and playing are just fine and solid to me, but now i'm so fucking paranoid and desperate to have people react well.
anyway, the bitches who ran the event tried to cut me off in the middle of johnny appleseed - they were really pressed for time - and i was so far into the zone - when i play i don't see anything, well it's partially because i take my glasses off, i can't play with glasses on, and also because my mind really does slip away to somewhere else... anyway, i didn't realize they were trying to cut me off until i was almost done with the song - the audience liked that, i guess they thought i was being edgy and ignoring the student activity girls.
but wow, my voice just flew up to the high G "heeeyyyyy," in the choruses of johnny appleseed - i'd been planning on omitting that note! - and it felt so strong and real. but of course i don't fit in there. sigh, in the stupidest terms, i am just too "left of center," too "out there," too whatever. i need to form my own subculture.
anyway, afterward, some 18 year old girl started chatting me up, while i sat alone at a table. it was weird. for the first time in my life, i felt that power of seniority as it relates to Hetero College - i asked her if she, too, was 21, and she said "i'm just 18" - and i really had had no idea, but just the way she talked to me and it defined our conversation - interesting. i guess if i were fulfilling expectations, i'd be preying on that at parties and stuff, now that i'm an established senior.
eh. i'm waiting for her in boy form - and if that's not a godot, nothing is. *swig*
and then on my way home, one of the literati poets called and asked if i'd join his trivia team tomorrow, at some kind of event? i was reluctant, but didn't let myself think before agreeing to... sometimes i have to force my stupid ass into things - just like my parents used to always love to use in lectures at me, the fact that they had to force my kicking and screaming ass into so many things: scouts, piano, riding a bike, etc.
haha so tomorrow i'm participating in some kind of scholastic trivia contest. we'll see.
in any event, my voice was damn fine, it was the most honest voice there, all night. everyone else was so hung up in their dave matthews/guster/eddie vedder imitations - is that garbage ever going to end? isn't even crap culture supposed to evolve?
it's weird - i had a thought, afterward. back Then, in the old time, when i was a different person, i had little cares or qualms about whether people liked me, but i was terrified about playing the song right and singing it well... now those two have completely swapped places... my voice and playing are just fine and solid to me, but now i'm so fucking paranoid and desperate to have people react well.
anyway, the bitches who ran the event tried to cut me off in the middle of johnny appleseed - they were really pressed for time - and i was so far into the zone - when i play i don't see anything, well it's partially because i take my glasses off, i can't play with glasses on, and also because my mind really does slip away to somewhere else... anyway, i didn't realize they were trying to cut me off until i was almost done with the song - the audience liked that, i guess they thought i was being edgy and ignoring the student activity girls.
but wow, my voice just flew up to the high G "heeeyyyyy," in the choruses of johnny appleseed - i'd been planning on omitting that note! - and it felt so strong and real. but of course i don't fit in there. sigh, in the stupidest terms, i am just too "left of center," too "out there," too whatever. i need to form my own subculture.
anyway, afterward, some 18 year old girl started chatting me up, while i sat alone at a table. it was weird. for the first time in my life, i felt that power of seniority as it relates to Hetero College - i asked her if she, too, was 21, and she said "i'm just 18" - and i really had had no idea, but just the way she talked to me and it defined our conversation - interesting. i guess if i were fulfilling expectations, i'd be preying on that at parties and stuff, now that i'm an established senior.
eh. i'm waiting for her in boy form - and if that's not a godot, nothing is. *swig*
and then on my way home, one of the literati poets called and asked if i'd join his trivia team tomorrow, at some kind of event? i was reluctant, but didn't let myself think before agreeing to... sometimes i have to force my stupid ass into things - just like my parents used to always love to use in lectures at me, the fact that they had to force my kicking and screaming ass into so many things: scouts, piano, riding a bike, etc.
haha so tomorrow i'm participating in some kind of scholastic trivia contest. we'll see.