Two Weeks I'm Sorry To See End
So when I don't update, it's usually one of two reasons: one, I'm in a completely non-cathartic, run-of-the-mill, nothing-exciting-or-depressing-is-happening-in-my-life kinda trend, or I'm having such a hard time dealing that I don't even have the energy/desire to purge in cathartic wonder. Most likely, you know which one is currently going on.
These past two weeks, however, are something to write about despite my state. In fact, the last two weeks gave me a much needed escape from much of the problem, even if I did still have to struggle against it. I was on tour these last two weeks with the TrebleMakers, singing at schools and coffeehouses all over downstate NY and Long Island, wrapping up with a rainy, but none-the-less fun, bing a cappella festival in Central Park. I have to say, I did not expect this tour to be anything like it was. I was sure we'd get tired of each other after not too long, there'd be a lot of arguing, and the constant gig-after-gig routine would stress us and we wouldn't sound our best. I am very happy to say I was very wrong and plesantly surprised. While many of us did get sick and start losing our voices (I sang half a week of gigs in my lower register), we actually became very on-point with each other and came together very well: the more we did, the tighter we were. It was wonderful to see that strength of sound in our group and to finally present that to the a cappella community of BU at Central Park; I think we impressed people and set ourselves as a solid part of Binghamton a cappella, rather than just 'the new group.' On top of that however, and much more treausured to me, was the fact that we all bonded so much. I was surprised to find myself getting to know Nate so well, and even ended up taking a new appreciation of sports, baseball, and the New York Mets away from our time on tour. While there were plenty of arguements and issues along the way (as to be expected), we got through each of them with no loss of love and comradrie. It was a fan-FUGGIN-tastic two weeks. We sounded great and I feel very tight with everyone on the tour. Perhaps I've even found something in those two weeks that will help me in my future endeavours.
While written it perhaps doesnt seem like much, in my mind and in my heart are a thousand moments and memories that will be hard forgotten once we're all together again... I kinda can't wait. I was the last to leave Long Island on my way home and just before getting on the Southern State Parkway home, veered of back to Brandon's house and retraced all the roads we'd driven. I don't know why, I just felt I needed that bit of closure; to retrace our steps myself so I wouldn't lightly forget them. I regretfully ended my journey at the Northern State Parkway instead, tempted to go all the way up 106 back to Jenna's, just to say I did, and headed home in the quiet.
I'd say more, but I dont think I care to let others see all of that. The rest will go in my notebook or some poem or song perhaps. Appropriately, perhaps a song is the best way to end this, re-written from Five Iron Frenzy's "It Was Beautiful"
"Close To Home In An Ordinary Room,
We Felt It There;
It's My Favorite Memory.
You're All So Beautiful To Me.
Thanks For The Songs, These Thirteen Friends,
And Two Great Weeks;
It Was You That Made Them Sweet.
You're All So Beautiful To Me."
These past two weeks, however, are something to write about despite my state. In fact, the last two weeks gave me a much needed escape from much of the problem, even if I did still have to struggle against it. I was on tour these last two weeks with the TrebleMakers, singing at schools and coffeehouses all over downstate NY and Long Island, wrapping up with a rainy, but none-the-less fun, bing a cappella festival in Central Park. I have to say, I did not expect this tour to be anything like it was. I was sure we'd get tired of each other after not too long, there'd be a lot of arguing, and the constant gig-after-gig routine would stress us and we wouldn't sound our best. I am very happy to say I was very wrong and plesantly surprised. While many of us did get sick and start losing our voices (I sang half a week of gigs in my lower register), we actually became very on-point with each other and came together very well: the more we did, the tighter we were. It was wonderful to see that strength of sound in our group and to finally present that to the a cappella community of BU at Central Park; I think we impressed people and set ourselves as a solid part of Binghamton a cappella, rather than just 'the new group.' On top of that however, and much more treausured to me, was the fact that we all bonded so much. I was surprised to find myself getting to know Nate so well, and even ended up taking a new appreciation of sports, baseball, and the New York Mets away from our time on tour. While there were plenty of arguements and issues along the way (as to be expected), we got through each of them with no loss of love and comradrie. It was a fan-FUGGIN-tastic two weeks. We sounded great and I feel very tight with everyone on the tour. Perhaps I've even found something in those two weeks that will help me in my future endeavours.
While written it perhaps doesnt seem like much, in my mind and in my heart are a thousand moments and memories that will be hard forgotten once we're all together again... I kinda can't wait. I was the last to leave Long Island on my way home and just before getting on the Southern State Parkway home, veered of back to Brandon's house and retraced all the roads we'd driven. I don't know why, I just felt I needed that bit of closure; to retrace our steps myself so I wouldn't lightly forget them. I regretfully ended my journey at the Northern State Parkway instead, tempted to go all the way up 106 back to Jenna's, just to say I did, and headed home in the quiet.
I'd say more, but I dont think I care to let others see all of that. The rest will go in my notebook or some poem or song perhaps. Appropriately, perhaps a song is the best way to end this, re-written from Five Iron Frenzy's "It Was Beautiful"
"Close To Home In An Ordinary Room,
We Felt It There;
It's My Favorite Memory.
You're All So Beautiful To Me.
Thanks For The Songs, These Thirteen Friends,
And Two Great Weeks;
It Was You That Made Them Sweet.
You're All So Beautiful To Me."