music
i saw viking and burly graduate yesterday. twas good times. got everything of mine out of the room, into my car, and i checked out. odds are... i'll probably be back at belmont to visit friends fairly often this summer. hopefully anyway.
today i went to church, played percussion, it was ok. john's sermon though. some of it i grabbed, but a lot of it just sounded like law. and i definitely don't need to be taught that, i mean, Jesus died and replaced law with grace. why go back? retro-active crap never works anyway.
then i went to leah's last symphony concert. "were you impressed?" impressed? i was flippin seduced. so many poems could be written after tonight. at intermission, i felt like i had just had sex. only without the sex part. it was like a heart sex. music sex. i swear i've never heard Music before today. and today i even saw it, that's the only way to describe the piano player's hands, the choriographed bows and dancing hands. they are music.
i could go on and on and on about it and never reunderstand it for you. and these unfortunate hands are not skilled enough to hold this relove for all to see.
we ate at olive garden. waited an hour and a half, didn't get my food for another hour it seemed because they fixed the wrong thing. it was just bad too.
i was shaking, the concert was so good. i still feel it. and as i try to express it, i feel it leaking out through unsubstantial words, so i'll stop.
uncry.
today i went to church, played percussion, it was ok. john's sermon though. some of it i grabbed, but a lot of it just sounded like law. and i definitely don't need to be taught that, i mean, Jesus died and replaced law with grace. why go back? retro-active crap never works anyway.
then i went to leah's last symphony concert. "were you impressed?" impressed? i was flippin seduced. so many poems could be written after tonight. at intermission, i felt like i had just had sex. only without the sex part. it was like a heart sex. music sex. i swear i've never heard Music before today. and today i even saw it, that's the only way to describe the piano player's hands, the choriographed bows and dancing hands. they are music.
i could go on and on and on about it and never reunderstand it for you. and these unfortunate hands are not skilled enough to hold this relove for all to see.
we ate at olive garden. waited an hour and a half, didn't get my food for another hour it seemed because they fixed the wrong thing. it was just bad too.
i was shaking, the concert was so good. i still feel it. and as i try to express it, i feel it leaking out through unsubstantial words, so i'll stop.
uncry.