I wish I was Steve Vai
So this weekend was pretty sweet.
Kelly's house was really fun Satureday night. It was fun hanging out for a while with everyone and delicious food. Definetly my fav was the walk Vanessa and I took to the windmills. We left at about 1 and got back at 5. It was a damn long walk but so rewarding to reach them finally. They look incredibly majestic at night so we just sat underneeth one and stayed for the better part of an hour in the middle of the night. We also met the coolest little dog on the way that stood on its hindlegs like a person and danced around. The only thing is that my feet hurt from walking barefoot the whole way back. Still though, it's a good kind of hurt.
Kelly made us a killer breakfast the next day (I wish I had some of it now), and since then I've been sleeping.
For my own personal reference, I'd like to record the dream I had last night. Essentially, I was chasing a lemur around IGA while being terrorized by one of the characters from Gone In 60 Seconds.
Lately, I've been listening to so much Steve Vai. He just impresses me to no end. The beauty of guitar (and many instruments I suppose) is that you can expresses thoughts and feelings without cumbersome words. Don't get me wrong, writing lyrical poetry is a great skill that I myself work at daily. But the fact that I have to do this reflects my musical failings to be like Steve Vai and countless other guitar greats. They reached a level beyond words. My life revolves around words but unfortunetly, words can never be as abstract as pure sound. Singing itself can be awkward, but only sounds themselves paint a uninque picture in your head. Instead of telling someone elses story, you create your own story. For example, when I listen to Steve Vai play Somewhere Over The Rainbow, it's an emotional experience to me. When people sing it, it's just gay.
Anyway, enough ranting.
Cheers
Kelly's house was really fun Satureday night. It was fun hanging out for a while with everyone and delicious food. Definetly my fav was the walk Vanessa and I took to the windmills. We left at about 1 and got back at 5. It was a damn long walk but so rewarding to reach them finally. They look incredibly majestic at night so we just sat underneeth one and stayed for the better part of an hour in the middle of the night. We also met the coolest little dog on the way that stood on its hindlegs like a person and danced around. The only thing is that my feet hurt from walking barefoot the whole way back. Still though, it's a good kind of hurt.
Kelly made us a killer breakfast the next day (I wish I had some of it now), and since then I've been sleeping.
For my own personal reference, I'd like to record the dream I had last night. Essentially, I was chasing a lemur around IGA while being terrorized by one of the characters from Gone In 60 Seconds.
Lately, I've been listening to so much Steve Vai. He just impresses me to no end. The beauty of guitar (and many instruments I suppose) is that you can expresses thoughts and feelings without cumbersome words. Don't get me wrong, writing lyrical poetry is a great skill that I myself work at daily. But the fact that I have to do this reflects my musical failings to be like Steve Vai and countless other guitar greats. They reached a level beyond words. My life revolves around words but unfortunetly, words can never be as abstract as pure sound. Singing itself can be awkward, but only sounds themselves paint a uninque picture in your head. Instead of telling someone elses story, you create your own story. For example, when I listen to Steve Vai play Somewhere Over The Rainbow, it's an emotional experience to me. When people sing it, it's just gay.
Anyway, enough ranting.
Cheers