1 Week Left/Random Thoughts
Wow I really dont update this thing like I used to. Ohwell.
I'm sitting in my room wish I was at Risas like I have been for the last 2 nights. I caught a mean cold on wednesday and Risa has housed me the entire weekend, cooked for me, and I credit her with curing me. What would I do without that girl?
Anyway, I'm trying to think of things worth mentioning. It's so hard getting over a cold/sickness when you have a ton of things to do. Today I went up to 48th street and bought a new bass amp at Sam Ash. I was reminded of what I hate about this city when I walked up 7th avenue, through times square. I wont even get into it, its just a claustrophobic mess of oversized advertising and pure excess, all of it moving at 1000 miles an hour while you meanwhile move at 1 foot per minute with all the dumb gawking tourists. Brings out odd things in me. I didnt even bother to find the downtown 1 line on 50th steet, I just saw the uptown line and saw an exit and took it up one stop so I could transfer back down with out the mayham. I even smacked a tourist girl in the leg with my new amp and I kept going without apologizing, which is pretty unlike me. What a fucking mess.
Anyway, I'm not sure if thats worth telling. It's just really sickening.
Alot of things on my mind but I can't seem to get anything straight enough to write down.
I've been enjoying school alot lately. My classes are all excellent, my favorite one probobly being the Ornette Coleman ensemble. The way Jane Ira Bloom teaches that class is AMAZING. No sheet music, we learn all the tunes by ear and just experiment with them. The players in that group are fucking amazing, its really been a kick working with them, its made me practice harder and more profoundly to keep up with them. I am seriously having a ball with it.
I just watched the Manchurian Candidate which I really enjoyed, I recomend you see it some time.
Oh right, big news is that I am going to Spain/Sweden with Risa and my parents for 2 weeks right after school gets out, which is quite exciting. We're spending most of the time in Spain in Sevilla, where I have longed to return since the school trip in 11nth grade. Then my dad is taking us on week tour of Sweden, he will have been living there for a couple months by this point (for his sabadical). My mom and him just left tonight actually. This is all very exciting, and it will be a WONDERFUL time traveling with Risa.
Next Saturday I'm home for spring break until Sunday. This is a much needed respite from what has become another miserable living situation for me. I can't believe I might be dorming again next year. We just dont have the money to come back out in the summer and find a place. So fuckit, it might be 20th street again next year. It's just incredible how some people can exist in veritable subhuman conditions, and forcing those conditions on the other people. I think I am one of the only people I know who appreciate pure SILENCE sometimes. I cherish every moment the torment stops and I can sit in absolute quiet.
Thats something I will soak up while in Seattle. My own bed with no noise. The song 'No Suprises' has become a little anthem for me as of late, regardless of the song's suicidal implications, I find the line No Alarms and No Suprises Please to be of comfort, just yearning for the constant noise and buzzing to stop.
But at the same time I live in a city of constant noise, so its kind of a paradox. When at Risas I fall asleep to sirens on the streets below and hear partygoers drunkenly stumble home and scream and fight, and its comforting somehow and I fall asleep. But maybe its because It's not just a fucking constant bass line thumping through the wall through some sort of mega speaker system. Dont get me wrong I like music, but music would be pretty boring and annoying if there were NO RESTS.
It's wierd right I after I get sick for a couple days and almost better theres still something missing mentally that my body fighting off the infection takea away. Like I'm in a daze or something. I felt that way all of day, also because suddenly it was like 70 degrees out, like since my quarantine the season had changed or something.
I have a gig next friday night at some bar in the east village. Its paying really well and it might become a weekly thing which would be great. kind of throws a wrench into the pack the night before syndrome ive become so accustomed to. Ohwell. It'll be some trip with my upright bass and my new amp, which weighs a good amount. Its going to be duos with this guitarist Micah from school, hes in my Ornette ensemble. He's super creative and has a really interesting approach to the music. I think it will be good fun playing.
Then itll be off to JFK at 4:00 in the morning.
Shit, I have to make a supershuttle reservations. Those guys scared the shit out of me by almost missing me last time. I can only prey that they will be more efficent at at 4AM on a saturday morning than they were at like 4:30 on a friday, thats likely though.
On monday I am going with Risa to my school's previous Ornette Coleman ensembles play at Lincoln Center at Dizzy's Club Coca Cola (isnt that fucking stupid name? Why cant it be Dizzy's Club (sponsered by coke)or The Coca Cola Club, beyond the annoying the brand in the name, it just doesnt roll off the tongue right, Dizzys Club Coca Cola (?!?) ). It should be a great time though, I'm really looking forward to how the other groups approached the music, which has infinite possiblities.
It should be a great show though. I'm playing with the current Ornette group at the school on May 4, so if youre in New York then, come on by: 55 W 13th street.
Man I have alot to study for this weekend. 3 midterms, but the subject matter of each is REALLY dense and with the exception of my film class, will be pretty challenging.
Well I guess thats it for now, I am going to cross my fingers and hope I can get to sleep in my nicely, newly cleaned sanctuary of my mediocre, hellhole of a suite. Viva la cordone santiare.
peace
I'm sitting in my room wish I was at Risas like I have been for the last 2 nights. I caught a mean cold on wednesday and Risa has housed me the entire weekend, cooked for me, and I credit her with curing me. What would I do without that girl?
Anyway, I'm trying to think of things worth mentioning. It's so hard getting over a cold/sickness when you have a ton of things to do. Today I went up to 48th street and bought a new bass amp at Sam Ash. I was reminded of what I hate about this city when I walked up 7th avenue, through times square. I wont even get into it, its just a claustrophobic mess of oversized advertising and pure excess, all of it moving at 1000 miles an hour while you meanwhile move at 1 foot per minute with all the dumb gawking tourists. Brings out odd things in me. I didnt even bother to find the downtown 1 line on 50th steet, I just saw the uptown line and saw an exit and took it up one stop so I could transfer back down with out the mayham. I even smacked a tourist girl in the leg with my new amp and I kept going without apologizing, which is pretty unlike me. What a fucking mess.
Anyway, I'm not sure if thats worth telling. It's just really sickening.
Alot of things on my mind but I can't seem to get anything straight enough to write down.
I've been enjoying school alot lately. My classes are all excellent, my favorite one probobly being the Ornette Coleman ensemble. The way Jane Ira Bloom teaches that class is AMAZING. No sheet music, we learn all the tunes by ear and just experiment with them. The players in that group are fucking amazing, its really been a kick working with them, its made me practice harder and more profoundly to keep up with them. I am seriously having a ball with it.
I just watched the Manchurian Candidate which I really enjoyed, I recomend you see it some time.
Oh right, big news is that I am going to Spain/Sweden with Risa and my parents for 2 weeks right after school gets out, which is quite exciting. We're spending most of the time in Spain in Sevilla, where I have longed to return since the school trip in 11nth grade. Then my dad is taking us on week tour of Sweden, he will have been living there for a couple months by this point (for his sabadical). My mom and him just left tonight actually. This is all very exciting, and it will be a WONDERFUL time traveling with Risa.
Next Saturday I'm home for spring break until Sunday. This is a much needed respite from what has become another miserable living situation for me. I can't believe I might be dorming again next year. We just dont have the money to come back out in the summer and find a place. So fuckit, it might be 20th street again next year. It's just incredible how some people can exist in veritable subhuman conditions, and forcing those conditions on the other people. I think I am one of the only people I know who appreciate pure SILENCE sometimes. I cherish every moment the torment stops and I can sit in absolute quiet.
Thats something I will soak up while in Seattle. My own bed with no noise. The song 'No Suprises' has become a little anthem for me as of late, regardless of the song's suicidal implications, I find the line No Alarms and No Suprises Please to be of comfort, just yearning for the constant noise and buzzing to stop.
But at the same time I live in a city of constant noise, so its kind of a paradox. When at Risas I fall asleep to sirens on the streets below and hear partygoers drunkenly stumble home and scream and fight, and its comforting somehow and I fall asleep. But maybe its because It's not just a fucking constant bass line thumping through the wall through some sort of mega speaker system. Dont get me wrong I like music, but music would be pretty boring and annoying if there were NO RESTS.
It's wierd right I after I get sick for a couple days and almost better theres still something missing mentally that my body fighting off the infection takea away. Like I'm in a daze or something. I felt that way all of day, also because suddenly it was like 70 degrees out, like since my quarantine the season had changed or something.
I have a gig next friday night at some bar in the east village. Its paying really well and it might become a weekly thing which would be great. kind of throws a wrench into the pack the night before syndrome ive become so accustomed to. Ohwell. It'll be some trip with my upright bass and my new amp, which weighs a good amount. Its going to be duos with this guitarist Micah from school, hes in my Ornette ensemble. He's super creative and has a really interesting approach to the music. I think it will be good fun playing.
Then itll be off to JFK at 4:00 in the morning.
Shit, I have to make a supershuttle reservations. Those guys scared the shit out of me by almost missing me last time. I can only prey that they will be more efficent at at 4AM on a saturday morning than they were at like 4:30 on a friday, thats likely though.
On monday I am going with Risa to my school's previous Ornette Coleman ensembles play at Lincoln Center at Dizzy's Club Coca Cola (isnt that fucking stupid name? Why cant it be Dizzy's Club (sponsered by coke)or The Coca Cola Club, beyond the annoying the brand in the name, it just doesnt roll off the tongue right, Dizzys Club Coca Cola (?!?) ). It should be a great time though, I'm really looking forward to how the other groups approached the music, which has infinite possiblities.
It should be a great show though. I'm playing with the current Ornette group at the school on May 4, so if youre in New York then, come on by: 55 W 13th street.
Man I have alot to study for this weekend. 3 midterms, but the subject matter of each is REALLY dense and with the exception of my film class, will be pretty challenging.
Well I guess thats it for now, I am going to cross my fingers and hope I can get to sleep in my nicely, newly cleaned sanctuary of my mediocre, hellhole of a suite. Viva la cordone santiare.
peace