While you were at the 3 Doors Down concert, I was seeing...
... WEEZER!
It was AMAZING. Probably the greatest show I'll ever see in my life, except if I get a ticket to Bonnaroo with Grace next year. In that case, the greatest show I'll see in my life will be a concert where Grace and I break onto the stage with Dave Matthews and do our skanky dance.
My ears were ringing for the next few days. I was truly afraid that I was going deaf.
I'm checking over the computer calender to try to jog my memory so I can get some definite thoughts down on pseudo-paper. I can't seem to remember anything I've done for the past month. That is to say, I remember some things, but can't remember when I did them or in what order; it's a big bowl of memory soup. I know I hung out with Dave quite a bit, and read a lot of books (more on this below), and spent a lot of time wasting time on the computer doing things of little importance... Damnit. This will forever be remembered as the unremembered month.
I've been practicing a lot of trombone lately. I'm trying to get an established warm-up routine set down for myself. Right now it consists of Arnold Jacobs breathing excercises, mouthpiece buzzing, and many many many lip slurs. I'm doing them in a "3 times in a row -- PERFECTLY" style, inspired (pssh) by a much more hardkore Jens Lindermann routine. I'm also e-mailing professional musicians I know for suggestions for trombone repitoire. I need some trombone repitoire.
I also played in concert with the Queen City Big Band yesterday evening. I've been to rehearsals on and off, when they need a sub, and had the good luck to be invited to play 3rd in the Ellsworth concert. It went really well; even the Basie swung. Ian came along for kicks and giggles, and thought we were crazy good. I got to keep the shirt, too! It's a black tee, with silhouettes of a big band jamming, with red print in an olde tyme font that says "Queen City Big Band". I'm wearing it now. It's swanky.
I realized a few days ago that, to bring along music more conveniently to Earlham, I'll need an mp3 player. Dad and I surfed around eBay, and found one I liked. I was up at 8:30 this morning to check the bid we made on it. At around 9, I'd won it with just over $200. Check it out here. It's got a 40GB hard drive, so I can use that to bring my files around campus (Dad's old laptop has a 20GB capacity, with 13GB of that permanently occupied with system information stuff that I can't delete.
It was AMAZING. Probably the greatest show I'll ever see in my life, except if I get a ticket to Bonnaroo with Grace next year. In that case, the greatest show I'll see in my life will be a concert where Grace and I break onto the stage with Dave Matthews and do our skanky dance.
My ears were ringing for the next few days. I was truly afraid that I was going deaf.
I'm checking over the computer calender to try to jog my memory so I can get some definite thoughts down on pseudo-paper. I can't seem to remember anything I've done for the past month. That is to say, I remember some things, but can't remember when I did them or in what order; it's a big bowl of memory soup. I know I hung out with Dave quite a bit, and read a lot of books (more on this below), and spent a lot of time wasting time on the computer doing things of little importance... Damnit. This will forever be remembered as the unremembered month.
I've been practicing a lot of trombone lately. I'm trying to get an established warm-up routine set down for myself. Right now it consists of Arnold Jacobs breathing excercises, mouthpiece buzzing, and many many many lip slurs. I'm doing them in a "3 times in a row -- PERFECTLY" style, inspired (pssh) by a much more hardkore Jens Lindermann routine. I'm also e-mailing professional musicians I know for suggestions for trombone repitoire. I need some trombone repitoire.
I also played in concert with the Queen City Big Band yesterday evening. I've been to rehearsals on and off, when they need a sub, and had the good luck to be invited to play 3rd in the Ellsworth concert. It went really well; even the Basie swung. Ian came along for kicks and giggles, and thought we were crazy good. I got to keep the shirt, too! It's a black tee, with silhouettes of a big band jamming, with red print in an olde tyme font that says "Queen City Big Band". I'm wearing it now. It's swanky.
I realized a few days ago that, to bring along music more conveniently to Earlham, I'll need an mp3 player. Dad and I surfed around eBay, and found one I liked. I was up at 8:30 this morning to check the bid we made on it. At around 9, I'd won it with just over $200. Check it out here. It's got a 40GB hard drive, so I can use that to bring my files around campus (Dad's old laptop has a 20GB capacity, with 13GB of that permanently occupied with system information stuff that I can't delete.