Bitter. Sweet.
Sundance (for me at least) is over. I spent four days of the last six in Park City, taking in three afternoons of music, one evening of a movie and music, two bands at a bar and one musician's invite to a bar. I was 4 for 4 at getting into events that I shouldn't have been allowed into, was able to get onto the guest list at two of those, had four photos of me taken with musicians I love, two more with a musician that is only okay and one with two things that I can't describe, but you'll all see in time. In all, 1,695 photos were taken and none of them will be able to be seen by me until my power supply arrives for my computer, presumably the middle of next week.
I've been at a concert six of the last seven days listening to everything from a 90's R&B star to an experimental soundtrack to an 80's movie performed live by one person. I saw one celebrity, hung out with two friends from my past, was asked if I was in a band three times, found four excellent parking spaces and took in at least fourteen bands.
I was also inspired a bit musically. You can't take in that many acts and not be. I wrote a lot of lyrics into my notebook dealing with the non-Sundance occurrances like friends popping up from the past and the realization that I more than likely blew my chance with the two girls I like most based on conversations I had with them today.
Of those things, my favorite moment came last night/this morning with Bree, as we sang songs in her car as we sat outside of Kilby having our first real conversation in three months. It's inevitable that we're going to work on some sort of music together one day, because she has such a pretty voice. I'm inching closer to the conclusion that nothing is going to happen between us based on her conversation with me about how she doesn't become romantic with close friends, but I'm going to give it one last shot to keep up with my goals for the year. Despite what she said, a specific thing that she did last night contradicted that thought, giving me hope. Hearing her talk about the guy she likes over the last two days and being in the car with them knowing this made the conversation until he left a bit awkward, but I combated that by not letting myself fall into the third wheel category.
In the spirit of trying new things, Anna and her friend invited me to go to yoga with them next week. I can't say that I'm too thrilled about it, but if yoga is the only way that I can see her these days, I'm open to giving it a shot.
I've been at a concert six of the last seven days listening to everything from a 90's R&B star to an experimental soundtrack to an 80's movie performed live by one person. I saw one celebrity, hung out with two friends from my past, was asked if I was in a band three times, found four excellent parking spaces and took in at least fourteen bands.
I was also inspired a bit musically. You can't take in that many acts and not be. I wrote a lot of lyrics into my notebook dealing with the non-Sundance occurrances like friends popping up from the past and the realization that I more than likely blew my chance with the two girls I like most based on conversations I had with them today.
Of those things, my favorite moment came last night/this morning with Bree, as we sang songs in her car as we sat outside of Kilby having our first real conversation in three months. It's inevitable that we're going to work on some sort of music together one day, because she has such a pretty voice. I'm inching closer to the conclusion that nothing is going to happen between us based on her conversation with me about how she doesn't become romantic with close friends, but I'm going to give it one last shot to keep up with my goals for the year. Despite what she said, a specific thing that she did last night contradicted that thought, giving me hope. Hearing her talk about the guy she likes over the last two days and being in the car with them knowing this made the conversation until he left a bit awkward, but I combated that by not letting myself fall into the third wheel category.
In the spirit of trying new things, Anna and her friend invited me to go to yoga with them next week. I can't say that I'm too thrilled about it, but if yoga is the only way that I can see her these days, I'm open to giving it a shot.