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Writing to who ever cares from the depth of the real mountain country. I went back and read a couple of my entries and damn was I cracked out. I heard that the cops are after my brother (mike) because of a restraining order against him. I guess he decided to violate the order. What a fool, blinded by love, but why does he take it this far? I certainly just hope he realizes the consequences. Foolish mike is all I'll say, he's been warned enough.
So like every year I am taking time to relax, and practice, trying to become one with my cello but I feel like we are so distant sometimes. It's hard enough just to learn. Playing some good old folk tunes with my paps. It makes him happy and a good way for me to re-learn theory in folk mind. It's not half bad stuff, in fact, I like. My dad composed a song and I am trying to write it on paper because he doesn't read music. I have tried to teach him but it takes only time. I wish everyone could just know all that would greatly simplify the world. Yesterday I went with barbara and beatrice to a little drumming circle. It was the bomb, I played the dum. Which is a big African drum, we played with Jean-marc and michel, they both belong to a group and I concider them quite the pros. They tour Switzerland and jam out African style. That's awsome. Either way we played for about an hour and a half and I'll tell you that my hands hurt pretty good after that. Every tuesday were going to jam out. Fun stuff. It reminds me a little of reno and the white boy drumming circle we were trying to hold together. Except here it's nothing like that. You got to feel the rythm, I love. I'm not in much of an interneting mood so I'm going to go occupy my little mind with someting.
So like every year I am taking time to relax, and practice, trying to become one with my cello but I feel like we are so distant sometimes. It's hard enough just to learn. Playing some good old folk tunes with my paps. It makes him happy and a good way for me to re-learn theory in folk mind. It's not half bad stuff, in fact, I like. My dad composed a song and I am trying to write it on paper because he doesn't read music. I have tried to teach him but it takes only time. I wish everyone could just know all that would greatly simplify the world. Yesterday I went with barbara and beatrice to a little drumming circle. It was the bomb, I played the dum. Which is a big African drum, we played with Jean-marc and michel, they both belong to a group and I concider them quite the pros. They tour Switzerland and jam out African style. That's awsome. Either way we played for about an hour and a half and I'll tell you that my hands hurt pretty good after that. Every tuesday were going to jam out. Fun stuff. It reminds me a little of reno and the white boy drumming circle we were trying to hold together. Except here it's nothing like that. You got to feel the rythm, I love. I'm not in much of an interneting mood so I'm going to go occupy my little mind with someting.