And now, the super trip to Boston recap
Dude, I might be the only within-the-vicinity-of-New York-er to say this, but Boston is an awesome city. Everyone's so polite and helpful, even if you admit to being from Jersey. I guess you just can't admit to being a Yankees or Mets fan, though.
The Berklee program was great. I think I learned more in a week than I learned in 3 years on guitar. The performance ruled- our group was great, too. We played Freddie The Freeloader and Chameleon, and thus, I learned to FUNK. Besides that, me and a few of the other attendees formed a side project band called The Abomination, named so because of the different styles everyone plays. I wanna try to get up a myspace for that in a few days, actually.
So, what else happened?
-I purchased one of these. Of course, mine was about a thousand dollars cheaper, and in a color I call "blond sunburst". Man, it's gorgeous.
-I brought a new pair of Chuck Taylors for $29. Orange ones. Except they're not orange. They're bright. Fucking. Orange.
-Tried getting a beer in my last days of under-aged-dom. No go. Damn you, Boston.
-Had a "kicked-up" sangria and a shot of Patron once I turned 21 at the hotel bar. Shot was on the house. Sangria on Rob. Thanks, Rob!
-Damn near concussed myself about 5 times. Painful. After all that, I became a Sox fan. Well, no, not really. Though all the knocks to the head probably did aid in my learning to FUNK!
-Made friends with someone from Wisconsin.
-Figured out the T. Quite well.
-Got lost looking for Harper's Ferry, where I would have been able to catch a show. Where it is, nobody knows. At least nobody outside Boston knows.
-Hung out in Harvard Square, which seems to be more of a triangle or a trapezoid to me. Huh.
-Played a whole lot of guitar.
So, yeah. Best week ever. I got up, didn't have to worry about buying food or going to work, played guitar, hung out, and basically didn't do much of anything except ROCK'N'ROLL!!
The Berklee program was great. I think I learned more in a week than I learned in 3 years on guitar. The performance ruled- our group was great, too. We played Freddie The Freeloader and Chameleon, and thus, I learned to FUNK. Besides that, me and a few of the other attendees formed a side project band called The Abomination, named so because of the different styles everyone plays. I wanna try to get up a myspace for that in a few days, actually.
So, what else happened?
-I purchased one of these. Of course, mine was about a thousand dollars cheaper, and in a color I call "blond sunburst". Man, it's gorgeous.
-I brought a new pair of Chuck Taylors for $29. Orange ones. Except they're not orange. They're bright. Fucking. Orange.
-Tried getting a beer in my last days of under-aged-dom. No go. Damn you, Boston.
-Had a "kicked-up" sangria and a shot of Patron once I turned 21 at the hotel bar. Shot was on the house. Sangria on Rob. Thanks, Rob!
-Damn near concussed myself about 5 times. Painful. After all that, I became a Sox fan. Well, no, not really. Though all the knocks to the head probably did aid in my learning to FUNK!
-Made friends with someone from Wisconsin.
-Figured out the T. Quite well.
-Got lost looking for Harper's Ferry, where I would have been able to catch a show. Where it is, nobody knows. At least nobody outside Boston knows.
-Hung out in Harvard Square, which seems to be more of a triangle or a trapezoid to me. Huh.
-Played a whole lot of guitar.
So, yeah. Best week ever. I got up, didn't have to worry about buying food or going to work, played guitar, hung out, and basically didn't do much of anything except ROCK'N'ROLL!!