we can dance like no one was watching
lovers,
as im sure all are experiencing the crazy overload that school is presenting to us, i have reflected some on it and considered my own personal preferences. in the swing of all things, doing papers, preparing for presentations, finishing up all the odds and ends school has to offer us, we get all so consumed in work mode. and to be honest i enjoy it. i've been working a lot lately and going to school, i find that i can get in the mindset that instead of picking up my guitar, or turning on a dvd or listening to a record for procrastination i can just go to work and it satisfies that void. when i get home i go straight to work. i feel i can get so much done, its accomplishing.
when i finally sit down for two seconds to take a breather, weather it be in between handing in essays or waiting for my shift to start, you really begin to appreciate the finer things life has to offer. (which is pretty much everything).
yesterday i was sitting atop the rideau center and i had a small revelation.
1) i purchased a lovely little meal from the peace garden and as i was wolfing it down, as i sometimes do when i go to peace garden i forgot and neglect how much patience and effort and love went into making this beautiful sandwich. and here i am just eating it as if it were my last meal not appreciating a damn thing about it. i remember reading a book, that emphasized the importance of appreciating each and every little bite you took. so as to REALLY appreciate the beauty of giving life to sustain another life. and this is where the revelation took place.
Peter the music nerd must relate everything to music somehow, sooo.... when i listen to music (and especially lately, my ears have been good to me) i try to listen to every little instrument, every tom hit on the drums, the down strokes on an acoustic guitar etc.. music is my passion, to some, banging is their passion and to others food and baking is another. as i sat eating me sandwich and took a second to realize this, i noticed that how lovely would it be to experience each little ingredient in my sandwich the same way i listen to music, the lettuce, the shreded carrot, the cucumber, the un-turkey, the bean sprouts, with each bite i took. know where everything is, when its inside my mouth, taste it, feel it ... (this is becoming slightly sexual now) but to really appreciate each little substance of guiltless life providing me with another days nourishment.
also, lately i have been experiencing some wonderfully wonderful good concerts. it really does amaze me how fortunate of a time we/i live in. i remember a few years ago complaining that there were no jimi hendrix's, no janis joplins, no BEATLES of our time, partly the complaint came from the lack of extremly good talent and appreciation of them in a main stream setting. also the feeling that the 60's gave off has always really appealed to me.
between all the work and mess, sunday nite i went to see legendary blues artist B.B. King. what an amazing event, to see musicians no longer playing music to experiment, but to have perfected the art they are trying to create in more than a professional manor is something that i rarely get to experience, but my god is it beautiful when you do.
monday i saw black mountain and again, that 60's feel was right there staring me in the face. rolling stones, jefferson airplane, neil young, black sabbath and so many more influences just playing music to feel the love.
and last nite the GRIS GRIS, i had never really heard this band before, i read their name on a dr. john record, and have come across their name in articles and reviews, but never really put anything past that. than a few people mentioned them to me at work and holy crap the concert was absolutly fantastic. psychedelic and 13floor elevators-ie. i felt like i was in the 60's, what a nice feeling to have.
i love; love
as im sure all are experiencing the crazy overload that school is presenting to us, i have reflected some on it and considered my own personal preferences. in the swing of all things, doing papers, preparing for presentations, finishing up all the odds and ends school has to offer us, we get all so consumed in work mode. and to be honest i enjoy it. i've been working a lot lately and going to school, i find that i can get in the mindset that instead of picking up my guitar, or turning on a dvd or listening to a record for procrastination i can just go to work and it satisfies that void. when i get home i go straight to work. i feel i can get so much done, its accomplishing.
when i finally sit down for two seconds to take a breather, weather it be in between handing in essays or waiting for my shift to start, you really begin to appreciate the finer things life has to offer. (which is pretty much everything).
yesterday i was sitting atop the rideau center and i had a small revelation.
1) i purchased a lovely little meal from the peace garden and as i was wolfing it down, as i sometimes do when i go to peace garden i forgot and neglect how much patience and effort and love went into making this beautiful sandwich. and here i am just eating it as if it were my last meal not appreciating a damn thing about it. i remember reading a book, that emphasized the importance of appreciating each and every little bite you took. so as to REALLY appreciate the beauty of giving life to sustain another life. and this is where the revelation took place.
Peter the music nerd must relate everything to music somehow, sooo.... when i listen to music (and especially lately, my ears have been good to me) i try to listen to every little instrument, every tom hit on the drums, the down strokes on an acoustic guitar etc.. music is my passion, to some, banging is their passion and to others food and baking is another. as i sat eating me sandwich and took a second to realize this, i noticed that how lovely would it be to experience each little ingredient in my sandwich the same way i listen to music, the lettuce, the shreded carrot, the cucumber, the un-turkey, the bean sprouts, with each bite i took. know where everything is, when its inside my mouth, taste it, feel it ... (this is becoming slightly sexual now) but to really appreciate each little substance of guiltless life providing me with another days nourishment.
also, lately i have been experiencing some wonderfully wonderful good concerts. it really does amaze me how fortunate of a time we/i live in. i remember a few years ago complaining that there were no jimi hendrix's, no janis joplins, no BEATLES of our time, partly the complaint came from the lack of extremly good talent and appreciation of them in a main stream setting. also the feeling that the 60's gave off has always really appealed to me.
between all the work and mess, sunday nite i went to see legendary blues artist B.B. King. what an amazing event, to see musicians no longer playing music to experiment, but to have perfected the art they are trying to create in more than a professional manor is something that i rarely get to experience, but my god is it beautiful when you do.
monday i saw black mountain and again, that 60's feel was right there staring me in the face. rolling stones, jefferson airplane, neil young, black sabbath and so many more influences just playing music to feel the love.
and last nite the GRIS GRIS, i had never really heard this band before, i read their name on a dr. john record, and have come across their name in articles and reviews, but never really put anything past that. than a few people mentioned them to me at work and holy crap the concert was absolutly fantastic. psychedelic and 13floor elevators-ie. i felt like i was in the 60's, what a nice feeling to have.
i love; love