historic biscuit
Wow. Music. It is amazing. You know what else is? Love. Sometimes I just want to punch myself right in the face and remove myself from society to spare everyone from me. But for some reason, that guy still puts up with me. Even when I worry about ridiculous things and say the word ridiculous all of the time. Tomorrow I'll get to spend some quality time with him, hopefully. And maybe some quality time with those goddamn reeds that I hate.
Gigs. This summer has been crazy. I played at the Farmer's Market this past Wednesday, the second time I've played there, and I was told that several people weren't happy with me from last time. Because of my "back up dancers." Except, I didn't bring them, or tell them to dance, they were just two crazy hippies having a good time. Oh no! Nipples! Everyone is going to die! And also, these two ladies were mad at my parents and grandma for sitting by their table to listen to us play music. They said that they kept people from coming to buy their stuff. Why didn't they tell my mom that then? So freaking stupid! And that wasn't why people didn't come over, it was because it was hot outside. And maybe also because they are bitches. I took great pleasure out of no one being around them even when the band and "my" fan-club (haha) was across the parking lot from them. And the drums bothered the alien fetus inside the one. Well, that stupid baby is obviously unfunky. Despite finding all of this out right before playing and being rather upset by the fact that I made people mad at me, I still played well. And this old dude said I sounded like Paul Desmond, and he made my day. Also, David totally brought the funk. It had been missing for 5 weeks.
The concerts last night and tonight were glorious. Beethoven's 9th was tonight. Crinkle crinkle went the old man trying to open a hard candy in those plastic wrappers for 5 freaking minutes. But its funny now. Oh David, I'm sorry I ruined your life by saying stupid stuff in the car. Like thinking that the Historic District said Historic Biscuit. BISCUIT! It is a funny word, mofos! My waffle was quite delicious. Mmmm.
Crap. Sight reading gig tomorrow in which I play lead alto. Luckily it is for old people, so they won't be able to tell that I am incapable of playing the saxophone well. Just in case the reader is wondering, as I've used the word old a lot in this post, I love old people. Forserious. Unless they are scary. But for the most part, I feel the utmost respect towards the elderly, and in some cases, a strange obsession. But that guy wasn't old old. He just had children that were a tad older than me... I miss him.
Haha, now that I've thoroughly creeped out the audience, I will leave. I want to sleep. I finished Harry Potter last night at 3. Ahhh, so good.
OKAY!
Good night ya'll!
Gigs. This summer has been crazy. I played at the Farmer's Market this past Wednesday, the second time I've played there, and I was told that several people weren't happy with me from last time. Because of my "back up dancers." Except, I didn't bring them, or tell them to dance, they were just two crazy hippies having a good time. Oh no! Nipples! Everyone is going to die! And also, these two ladies were mad at my parents and grandma for sitting by their table to listen to us play music. They said that they kept people from coming to buy their stuff. Why didn't they tell my mom that then? So freaking stupid! And that wasn't why people didn't come over, it was because it was hot outside. And maybe also because they are bitches. I took great pleasure out of no one being around them even when the band and "my" fan-club (haha) was across the parking lot from them. And the drums bothered the alien fetus inside the one. Well, that stupid baby is obviously unfunky. Despite finding all of this out right before playing and being rather upset by the fact that I made people mad at me, I still played well. And this old dude said I sounded like Paul Desmond, and he made my day. Also, David totally brought the funk. It had been missing for 5 weeks.
The concerts last night and tonight were glorious. Beethoven's 9th was tonight. Crinkle crinkle went the old man trying to open a hard candy in those plastic wrappers for 5 freaking minutes. But its funny now. Oh David, I'm sorry I ruined your life by saying stupid stuff in the car. Like thinking that the Historic District said Historic Biscuit. BISCUIT! It is a funny word, mofos! My waffle was quite delicious. Mmmm.
Crap. Sight reading gig tomorrow in which I play lead alto. Luckily it is for old people, so they won't be able to tell that I am incapable of playing the saxophone well. Just in case the reader is wondering, as I've used the word old a lot in this post, I love old people. Forserious. Unless they are scary. But for the most part, I feel the utmost respect towards the elderly, and in some cases, a strange obsession. But that guy wasn't old old. He just had children that were a tad older than me... I miss him.
Haha, now that I've thoroughly creeped out the audience, I will leave. I want to sleep. I finished Harry Potter last night at 3. Ahhh, so good.
OKAY!
Good night ya'll!