Harry Smith and Deerhoof!
I kinda felt a bit down because I performed about less than a minute of my piece for my Voices Make Sounds class and I didn't even say half of the important things I needed to. I feel like my professor must think I'm an idiot. or something. Actually probably the entire class did.
I kind of knocked myself down after about it.
Buuut... I just went to see Harry Smith's films with Deerhoof playing the soundtrack live (thanks to Elizabeth D. for pushing me to just get the ticket and go...instead of eating pizza slowly for 8 hours...you know how I do??).
But first. I had to go to the theater itself to get the tickets instead of the other venues so it was around 5 or 6pm. I got the tickets, went to a bookstore. I saw a firetruck go by. I come back to the theater area and they were containing a fire I think. Apparently a guy was either making a U-turn or going the wrong direction and he crashed into 8 other cars at a very fast speed. There was also a gas leak in one of the cars so that caused a big fire. From what I heard from the taxi driver who took me back home (who I will talk about momentarily), the man who crashed into the cars died. It is really insane what can transpire in minutes.
So I went back home, went back to the theater, waited in line, saw the films, heard the music. I really thoroughly enjoyed myself. It's good to see such honest work with the breath (breadth?) and curiosity of children and experimentation.
I'm really glad I went.
And because of the aftermath of the crash, the buses weren't running (...people were waiting for the bus anyway...IN VAIN!!!..) I decided to catch a cab back. The driver lady was Greek, she had really beautiful eyes. We talked about other countries and some of our experiences with security issues in airports and stuff. I told her a little about Fernando (just that he's from Brazil and I want to try and visit in the summer) and she told me her experience there and after wished me good luck whatever I do and told me to relax about going to Brazil, that there's a big Japanese population there, I probably won't get in any trouble as long as I was with him). That really made my day.
The other day I watched this really beautiful documentary on Eric Dolphy.
It had an interview with his fiancee from back then (Dolphy died because of undiagnosed/treated diabetes) and it was just really so warm. I just really admire his appreciation of nature (birds, crickets) and his sheer (shear? I can't spell) dedication to the evolution and experimentation in his music. So I've listened to the Last Date album's version of "You Don't Know What Love Is" so beautiful. He can literally turn that flute into beautiful birds. Brings tears to my eyes.
Okay I'm done. That's a pretty hefty entry I think.
I kind of knocked myself down after about it.
Buuut... I just went to see Harry Smith's films with Deerhoof playing the soundtrack live (thanks to Elizabeth D. for pushing me to just get the ticket and go...instead of eating pizza slowly for 8 hours...you know how I do??).
But first. I had to go to the theater itself to get the tickets instead of the other venues so it was around 5 or 6pm. I got the tickets, went to a bookstore. I saw a firetruck go by. I come back to the theater area and they were containing a fire I think. Apparently a guy was either making a U-turn or going the wrong direction and he crashed into 8 other cars at a very fast speed. There was also a gas leak in one of the cars so that caused a big fire. From what I heard from the taxi driver who took me back home (who I will talk about momentarily), the man who crashed into the cars died. It is really insane what can transpire in minutes.
So I went back home, went back to the theater, waited in line, saw the films, heard the music. I really thoroughly enjoyed myself. It's good to see such honest work with the breath (breadth?) and curiosity of children and experimentation.
I'm really glad I went.
And because of the aftermath of the crash, the buses weren't running (...people were waiting for the bus anyway...IN VAIN!!!..) I decided to catch a cab back. The driver lady was Greek, she had really beautiful eyes. We talked about other countries and some of our experiences with security issues in airports and stuff. I told her a little about Fernando (just that he's from Brazil and I want to try and visit in the summer) and she told me her experience there and after wished me good luck whatever I do and told me to relax about going to Brazil, that there's a big Japanese population there, I probably won't get in any trouble as long as I was with him). That really made my day.
The other day I watched this really beautiful documentary on Eric Dolphy.
It had an interview with his fiancee from back then (Dolphy died because of undiagnosed/treated diabetes) and it was just really so warm. I just really admire his appreciation of nature (birds, crickets) and his sheer (shear? I can't spell) dedication to the evolution and experimentation in his music. So I've listened to the Last Date album's version of "You Don't Know What Love Is" so beautiful. He can literally turn that flute into beautiful birds. Brings tears to my eyes.
Okay I'm done. That's a pretty hefty entry I think.