the gift of song
ah, got out of gym and english to see the performance of italian opera songs- and a few english ones too. it was fantastic. his voice wasn't the most remarkable i've ever heard, but it was undoubtedly impressive. got to see john sing as well along with his group. josh sang while our opera singer, aaron, played piano. and there were snacks. and aaron was very funny. and teachers sang. and i got out of class. oh it was wonderful.
i've been pondering mjk's voice by listening to undertow songs and apc songs. i love it, that's pretty obvious. but i wonder if he even realizes how incredible it is when he drops to lower notes or higher or when he switches from a his rough shouting voice to a clear sweet voice in one breath or vice versa. *sigh* there was a countdown on vh1 yesterday- top 100 artists of hard rock. tool was in the low 90s or high 80s. that pisses me off. korn got higher than them. its just wrong. i admit, a lot of the other placements of artists were justified, but in this case i would disagree. and its not just because i'm obsessed with tool, they are an awesome band.
they had another countdown today- top 100 women of rock. i stuck around to see tori amos (i missed the segment on tool yesterday but i learned of the lineup in the recap). she was ranked 71. that's pretty good. big mama thornton was ranked 80, though, and janet jackson just a couple places ahead. that didn't seem right. well, they tried their best. i want to listen to tori amos now.
i think i am developing an interest in a certain someone that will remain nameless at this point in time because i don't want to get any shit from anyone who's reading this. it took me a while (well not a long while but, you know) to realize that i adore ever little characteristic about this person. that thinking about him makes me smile. and the strange thing is....with people like amadeo or jordan who held different kinds of my interest there was this kind of familiarity that i don't feel with this person. i could reach ride inside amadeo or jordan and could get a feel for and grip hold of their cores. they were so transparent that i could nearly read their thoughts and motives. but this person....he is so much greater that he seems opaque to me. oh my....this is exciting.
not longer after these thoughts dawned on me, and while they still danced over the crevices of my mind i exited the bathroom to find amadeo a few feet away, leaning over the water fountain for a drink. and i felt a sudden detachment. to see his thin dark frame bent and still in the most simple action was though still attractive of course,- i don't think that'll ever leave me- but like looking into a photograph. and i walked past him. i don't know if he noticed me, for he gave no sign on of it. and i watched him, suddenly intrigued, as he walked to his bus hours later, his stride intimidating and monstrous. he was smoking, what he was smoking was unspecified, but i hadn't seen him with a cigarrette all school year and he would always spit when he smokes pot. i wonder....
...no, never mind. i forgot what i was going to say.
i've been pondering mjk's voice by listening to undertow songs and apc songs. i love it, that's pretty obvious. but i wonder if he even realizes how incredible it is when he drops to lower notes or higher or when he switches from a his rough shouting voice to a clear sweet voice in one breath or vice versa. *sigh* there was a countdown on vh1 yesterday- top 100 artists of hard rock. tool was in the low 90s or high 80s. that pisses me off. korn got higher than them. its just wrong. i admit, a lot of the other placements of artists were justified, but in this case i would disagree. and its not just because i'm obsessed with tool, they are an awesome band.
they had another countdown today- top 100 women of rock. i stuck around to see tori amos (i missed the segment on tool yesterday but i learned of the lineup in the recap). she was ranked 71. that's pretty good. big mama thornton was ranked 80, though, and janet jackson just a couple places ahead. that didn't seem right. well, they tried their best. i want to listen to tori amos now.
i think i am developing an interest in a certain someone that will remain nameless at this point in time because i don't want to get any shit from anyone who's reading this. it took me a while (well not a long while but, you know) to realize that i adore ever little characteristic about this person. that thinking about him makes me smile. and the strange thing is....with people like amadeo or jordan who held different kinds of my interest there was this kind of familiarity that i don't feel with this person. i could reach ride inside amadeo or jordan and could get a feel for and grip hold of their cores. they were so transparent that i could nearly read their thoughts and motives. but this person....he is so much greater that he seems opaque to me. oh my....this is exciting.
not longer after these thoughts dawned on me, and while they still danced over the crevices of my mind i exited the bathroom to find amadeo a few feet away, leaning over the water fountain for a drink. and i felt a sudden detachment. to see his thin dark frame bent and still in the most simple action was though still attractive of course,- i don't think that'll ever leave me- but like looking into a photograph. and i walked past him. i don't know if he noticed me, for he gave no sign on of it. and i watched him, suddenly intrigued, as he walked to his bus hours later, his stride intimidating and monstrous. he was smoking, what he was smoking was unspecified, but i hadn't seen him with a cigarrette all school year and he would always spit when he smokes pot. i wonder....
...no, never mind. i forgot what i was going to say.