pointless.

[socalgrlie]

haha this is what is actually written in my notebook from last week's music appreciation class.
and yes, I do realize this is pointless but its 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. Ironically.

October 3rd.
Sleepy-Time Music Class

Blues reel tone sound.
Boring. Eyes heavy. Tuning out.
Why am i here? I want to go home.

Raises hand. "leo."
Correct. "African American?"
Hand goes up. Barely visible
in the sea of eager students.
slumped in the back. Hiding
behind curtains of bangs
and an oversized hoodie.

"Get ready. Watch me."
Jerked awake. Blues
streams through the ear
drums. Professor seizes
on stage in usual drunken
madness. His passion is admirable.
Sound of the guitar evokes rage.
Preaching ensues.

Lids heavy. Brain tries to stay conscious.
Too late. Memories. Thoughts. Daydreams.
Over-ride the importance of the music.

Like a southern football
coach yelling at his men
in the 4th quarter of the superbowl.
He screams "There's the heart
of it!" Forcing the slumber out.

Actual Notes:
Timbre - The unique sound of a musical instrument caused by its shape/size/materials of construction
La Traviata ---> Verdi only writes opera.