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I've been an aficionado of music as long as I care to remember, mostly since I was knocked back a lot at High School and used it as a escape and as a conduit for a "better tomorrow". As long as I've been an aficionado, I've wanted a piano. For one week, I got a piano. For free.
This piano was going to complete my imaginary record studio in my head that I've always wanted. Ever since I was about fifteen, I've dreamt of getting to a day where I can have all this cool stuff at a place where I can just record songs. Not just any songs, but the greatest damn songs ever recorded. Just as I've realized over the years that there's going to be different interpretations of "great", there's going to be a tough road to getting the greatest song recorded. So I've just been content experimenting with a guitar and pining for a piano. Which I got, then got rid of.
The piano was out of tune, well over 100 years old, and an uphill climb to maintain. "Better get a new one", was the advice the piano tuner gave me. I will, one day. I'll get myself an acoustic guitar first, so I don't have to tote the Fender and the amp everywhere I want to busk and pretend that I'm playing the greatest song in the world. Which reminds me, I really should get an effects unit for the Fender, so I can make it squeal like baby whales or roar like old lions in the African wilderness.
My luck with people liking me a lot has passed for the time being. If I stare at someone, they aren't filled with curiosity like four weeks ago. I think they're looking at me and thinking "What the hell is he thinking???" Or maybe it's because I think they're thinking "What the hell is he thinking???" and not something about their perception of me being "hawt" (or not, your call), I don't know. Whatever it is, my Mojo seems to have gone walkabout. Maybe it'll come back at a summer party with flowers. Until then, I may have to resort to being my moody old glum self, playing around self-consciously with the little camera Apple embedded into my computer for me.
See? I'm "serious" yet "postmodern" at the same time. Or a wanker; your call...
I've listened to "acquired" copies of the new Basement Jaxx album, which is slowly growing on me (which in itself is very unusual), Orchestra of Bubbles by Ellen Alien and Apparat, which reminds me of a tech city on a windy day, the Burial album which reminds me of grime, the Sway album which slightly shits me because it's not grimey and I soooooo want Grime, and the new Rapture single because it makes me want to jump around. I've also acquired Forever Changes by Love, which I think you all ought to listen to before you die. Especially for this song.
This piano was going to complete my imaginary record studio in my head that I've always wanted. Ever since I was about fifteen, I've dreamt of getting to a day where I can have all this cool stuff at a place where I can just record songs. Not just any songs, but the greatest damn songs ever recorded. Just as I've realized over the years that there's going to be different interpretations of "great", there's going to be a tough road to getting the greatest song recorded. So I've just been content experimenting with a guitar and pining for a piano. Which I got, then got rid of.
The piano was out of tune, well over 100 years old, and an uphill climb to maintain. "Better get a new one", was the advice the piano tuner gave me. I will, one day. I'll get myself an acoustic guitar first, so I don't have to tote the Fender and the amp everywhere I want to busk and pretend that I'm playing the greatest song in the world. Which reminds me, I really should get an effects unit for the Fender, so I can make it squeal like baby whales or roar like old lions in the African wilderness.
My luck with people liking me a lot has passed for the time being. If I stare at someone, they aren't filled with curiosity like four weeks ago. I think they're looking at me and thinking "What the hell is he thinking???" Or maybe it's because I think they're thinking "What the hell is he thinking???" and not something about their perception of me being "hawt" (or not, your call), I don't know. Whatever it is, my Mojo seems to have gone walkabout. Maybe it'll come back at a summer party with flowers. Until then, I may have to resort to being my moody old glum self, playing around self-consciously with the little camera Apple embedded into my computer for me.
See? I'm "serious" yet "postmodern" at the same time. Or a wanker; your call...
I've listened to "acquired" copies of the new Basement Jaxx album, which is slowly growing on me (which in itself is very unusual), Orchestra of Bubbles by Ellen Alien and Apparat, which reminds me of a tech city on a windy day, the Burial album which reminds me of grime, the Sway album which slightly shits me because it's not grimey and I soooooo want Grime, and the new Rapture single because it makes me want to jump around. I've also acquired Forever Changes by Love, which I think you all ought to listen to before you die. Especially for this song.