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Finally got up off of my lazy sleeping-til-2-and-playing-video-games ass and actually did something. Read about half of a play I'm thinking of directing. I also wrote a new jazz tune. The funny thing was that it just wouldn't get out of my head until I worked it out and wrote it down.
no, i'm fine, really i am
I hate realizing I'm being passive aggressive. Like today, for the first time I can remember I saw her signed in on AIM. I completely froze up, I didn't know what to do. Well not that I really had to do anything, but, well, there she was signed on and available, and there I was, signed on with an away message. So what do I do? Change my away message! First to the lyrics to "Stuck in the middle with you," one I've used for quite a while, and perhaps a little relevant? Mysterious? Yes. Then to something else. Something... passive aggressive. Then I went fully online, and she logged off. Moral of the story? AIM is for petty tools, I guess.
name that tune
I'll have to figure out what to call this thing. It's pretty straight ahead right now, with a bit of a twist. I have a penchant for weird chords, including a great big fat B-7b5(b9 b11). Yes. That's one chord. B D F A C Eb. As to the piece - it's not nostalgic, and it's not a blues. So nothing obvious really presents itself.
The one jazz composition I have written is titled "Cymbaline," but I can't really think of a Shakespeare play this reminds me of. Oh. What about "I never writ?" Hmmm... A little Sonnet 116 action perhaps?
things that exist
1.) Professional arm wrestlers
2.) The World Series of Arm Wrestling
3.) Arm wrestling announcers
some sort of pitch?
I can get a G, D, E, F and B pretty reliably by singing the baseline to Miles Davis' "All Blues." I guess I've listened to it a lot. I haven't tested this enough to see if it's legit.
old things
While frantically digging up my entire room to find manuscript paper upon which to notate the song stuck in my head, I came across some of my poems from junior year of high school, from about four years ago. As I read each one I remembered the exact event or image it concerned, and from that the challenge of putting that to words. I remembered the options I weighed in phrasing and grammar and all of that other writing stuff, and I immediately started making mental edits. Perhaps I'll take of few of them out, edit them and post them.
proof that I existed before last year!
More proof arrived today in the form of two of my brother Ben's (and kind of my) friends from grade/early middle school. They're all going skiing in Maine tomorrow. I'll be doing research, reading and writing.
yon sober-blooded prince
I will find my sense of humor again with regards to this blog. I promise.
[name of band] lives!
Went to a jazz concert on Saturday with my friend Nathan from school, who happens to live relatively nearby. We're buds from playing together in a jazz combo last year, and we got to talking about electronics, seeing as how I just got a set-up for my trombone, and he's a bass player into electronic music.
The idea is to create a small, committed avant-garde / avant-funk / fusion / acid jazz group. Don't know what we're going to call ourselves yet, but I think we'll make some pretty good music.
reading my poetry, clumsy art does too much of the audience's thinking
no, i'm fine, really i am
I hate realizing I'm being passive aggressive. Like today, for the first time I can remember I saw her signed in on AIM. I completely froze up, I didn't know what to do. Well not that I really had to do anything, but, well, there she was signed on and available, and there I was, signed on with an away message. So what do I do? Change my away message! First to the lyrics to "Stuck in the middle with you," one I've used for quite a while, and perhaps a little relevant? Mysterious? Yes. Then to something else. Something... passive aggressive. Then I went fully online, and she logged off. Moral of the story? AIM is for petty tools, I guess.
name that tune
I'll have to figure out what to call this thing. It's pretty straight ahead right now, with a bit of a twist. I have a penchant for weird chords, including a great big fat B-7b5(b9 b11). Yes. That's one chord. B D F A C Eb. As to the piece - it's not nostalgic, and it's not a blues. So nothing obvious really presents itself.
The one jazz composition I have written is titled "Cymbaline," but I can't really think of a Shakespeare play this reminds me of. Oh. What about "I never writ?" Hmmm... A little Sonnet 116 action perhaps?
things that exist
1.) Professional arm wrestlers
2.) The World Series of Arm Wrestling
3.) Arm wrestling announcers
some sort of pitch?
I can get a G, D, E, F and B pretty reliably by singing the baseline to Miles Davis' "All Blues." I guess I've listened to it a lot. I haven't tested this enough to see if it's legit.
old things
While frantically digging up my entire room to find manuscript paper upon which to notate the song stuck in my head, I came across some of my poems from junior year of high school, from about four years ago. As I read each one I remembered the exact event or image it concerned, and from that the challenge of putting that to words. I remembered the options I weighed in phrasing and grammar and all of that other writing stuff, and I immediately started making mental edits. Perhaps I'll take of few of them out, edit them and post them.
proof that I existed before last year!
More proof arrived today in the form of two of my brother Ben's (and kind of my) friends from grade/early middle school. They're all going skiing in Maine tomorrow. I'll be doing research, reading and writing.
yon sober-blooded prince
I will find my sense of humor again with regards to this blog. I promise.
[name of band] lives!
Went to a jazz concert on Saturday with my friend Nathan from school, who happens to live relatively nearby. We're buds from playing together in a jazz combo last year, and we got to talking about electronics, seeing as how I just got a set-up for my trombone, and he's a bass player into electronic music.
The idea is to create a small, committed avant-garde / avant-funk / fusion / acid jazz group. Don't know what we're going to call ourselves yet, but I think we'll make some pretty good music.
reading my poetry, clumsy art does too much of the audience's thinking