I'm trying to do my music without much of a team
How more organic can a musician get?
....okay, I'm far from.
I need to perform more. That will get people.
I use myspace. But I actually try and keep contact with people on there like as if I were stopping in to their work while I'm in the area. (Swing by, say hello, buy something and leave kind of thing.)
I remember people, how I met them.
Someone wants to remix one of my tunes.
They're gonna listen again and then decide what they have in mind.
Not a big group, but I really like her/their sound. She's good.
It's organic. My brothers are trying to help me, but I'm the one with all the freaking ideas.
They're just implementing some of the organizational elements I lack in my encyclopedia dashdotaea....with no index or even a spine with which to fasten the pages to. eep.
Spineless literature... blogs.... I get it now.
Biggest event of my life: still don't have a girlfriend.
SUCCESS!!
Worst part of my life:
Being late for work, being written up.
I hated everything at that moment. Nothing pisses me off more than just not being in control in something so simple.
I've been up approximately 20 hours 3 of which I just spent dancing my booty off, about 8 of which I worked diligently in, and... wait, what happened to the rest? Oh yeah, Listening to KXLU, 88.9fm LOS ANGELES. To the Jazz Journey. I won a book off of there, it's a textbook called "the New History of Jazz". I think that's it. I'm not gonna check.
I'm excited. Free textbooks for a non-collegiate music historian as myself is a good thing.
My biggest craving after going out to a club (I was sober the whole time, talking to girls and getting them to dance. What's with this alcohol bullshit!?) is not water. It's juice. Tangy, good juice. Like NO PULP Orange Juice, or next-best (but always still best) Apple Juice.
I had apple juice tonight. two glasses. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I'm wiped.
Sleep time.
But first, I used logic to confuse a girl into dancing up by her friends.
It was perfect. LOGIC WORKS to get ASSES SHAKIN!
I've got (dashJdot) designs in the works.
I'm super WTF-ed about life and my grasp on its cohesiveness.
I want to see Gelda again. ....riveting. Doesn't know how to dance with people.
For the last effing time, I'm not people.
(-J.)™ really knows how to impress people! It takes the crazy part of me and a tuna fish sandwich and VOILA... crazy charisma.
....okay, I'm far from.
I need to perform more. That will get people.
I use myspace. But I actually try and keep contact with people on there like as if I were stopping in to their work while I'm in the area. (Swing by, say hello, buy something and leave kind of thing.)
I remember people, how I met them.
Someone wants to remix one of my tunes.
They're gonna listen again and then decide what they have in mind.
Not a big group, but I really like her/their sound. She's good.
It's organic. My brothers are trying to help me, but I'm the one with all the freaking ideas.
They're just implementing some of the organizational elements I lack in my encyclopedia dashdotaea....with no index or even a spine with which to fasten the pages to. eep.
Spineless literature... blogs.... I get it now.
Biggest event of my life: still don't have a girlfriend.
SUCCESS!!
Worst part of my life:
Being late for work, being written up.
I hated everything at that moment. Nothing pisses me off more than just not being in control in something so simple.
I've been up approximately 20 hours 3 of which I just spent dancing my booty off, about 8 of which I worked diligently in, and... wait, what happened to the rest? Oh yeah, Listening to KXLU, 88.9fm LOS ANGELES. To the Jazz Journey. I won a book off of there, it's a textbook called "the New History of Jazz". I think that's it. I'm not gonna check.
I'm excited. Free textbooks for a non-collegiate music historian as myself is a good thing.
My biggest craving after going out to a club (I was sober the whole time, talking to girls and getting them to dance. What's with this alcohol bullshit!?) is not water. It's juice. Tangy, good juice. Like NO PULP Orange Juice, or next-best (but always still best) Apple Juice.
I had apple juice tonight. two glasses. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I'm wiped.
Sleep time.
But first, I used logic to confuse a girl into dancing up by her friends.
It was perfect. LOGIC WORKS to get ASSES SHAKIN!
I've got (dashJdot) designs in the works.
I'm super WTF-ed about life and my grasp on its cohesiveness.
I want to see Gelda again. ....riveting. Doesn't know how to dance with people.
For the last effing time, I'm not people.
(-J.)™ really knows how to impress people! It takes the crazy part of me and a tuna fish sandwich and VOILA... crazy charisma.