When The Demon Is At Your Door, In The Morning It Won't Be There No More
There's a right way and a wrong way to smoke in your house at night when your family is asleep. The wrong way is, simply, getting caught. The right way is to take a light snack from the kitchen (in tonight's case, two Bachman's "yellow bag" pretzel rods and a Poland Spring), and bring it into your room. Lock the door, open a window pack (or roll), and light it up at your window. With a bowl, take a long break in between hits, and maybe eat something in between (one of the rods.) Yep, I'm up to my old tricks again.
I guess this should serve well as a very pointed, thorough introductory paragraph to an otherwise lackluster body about school/work. Speaking of which, it seems to be going more smoothly than last semester. Too bad the OOP list is fucked just the same. My classes are pretty interesting so far. Theory is actually chugging along at a comfortable-yet-engaging pace, and we're already well into harmony based on quarter-divisions of the octave ('Trane changes for all you n00bs).
The only thing more embarrasing than playing for a sub-equity theatre's production of Rocky Horror Picture Show is playing for one with a cast of high school juniors. Kidding, of course. We all know that no steady gig is too embarassing.
I was asked by Will Jones, a senior at Jazz, to play for his senior recital with him. He wants to do an set entirely devoted to Steely Dan, and he knows that I could help him with some transcriptions (and that I'm all for anything having to do with Steely Dan). I'll let you know how that develops, and will inform you of the date of the concert when it is decided.
I guess this should serve well as a very pointed, thorough introductory paragraph to an otherwise lackluster body about school/work. Speaking of which, it seems to be going more smoothly than last semester. Too bad the OOP list is fucked just the same. My classes are pretty interesting so far. Theory is actually chugging along at a comfortable-yet-engaging pace, and we're already well into harmony based on quarter-divisions of the octave ('Trane changes for all you n00bs).
The only thing more embarrasing than playing for a sub-equity theatre's production of Rocky Horror Picture Show is playing for one with a cast of high school juniors. Kidding, of course. We all know that no steady gig is too embarassing.
I was asked by Will Jones, a senior at Jazz, to play for his senior recital with him. He wants to do an set entirely devoted to Steely Dan, and he knows that I could help him with some transcriptions (and that I'm all for anything having to do with Steely Dan). I'll let you know how that develops, and will inform you of the date of the concert when it is decided.