(no subject)
I have to start off with something positive so that you all don't think i'm this horribly morbid person.
I love being a musician. Something has been bothering me a great deal lately, so i decided to indulge myself in some Brahms, banging relentlessly at the piano for an hour. It’s not only surprising how much better I felt not only about myself after playing a heavily romanticized piece, but also how much closer I feel with the rest of humanity. It’s hard to describe if you’ve never experienced it, so I won’t even try to on this joke of a journal. Lately I’ve really wanted to get through to a person. It’s not a romantic thing… I thought i got through, but lately i feel like i've reached an wall, and I can't go further inside. I really want to though, because i know how beautiful they are inside… I just wish they’d let me in…
I had a really funny experience a few days ago. This past Monday I was given the opportunity to speak in front of a bunch of old rich artists. It was the most stereotypical setting I have ever found myself in: I managed to meet an old, horny, rich white man who asked me if i knew Queen Latifah, an anorexic blonde who mysteriously kept running off with this excruciatingly hot Spanish artist, an over achiever, rich soccer mom, who kept putting words in my mouth and an Andy Warhol wannabe. It was so much fun to sit back and analyze these ridiculously predictable people. Plus there was great food.
I propose a toast: to aristocracy and the people who can sit at home on their computers and talk shit about it.
I love being a musician. Something has been bothering me a great deal lately, so i decided to indulge myself in some Brahms, banging relentlessly at the piano for an hour. It’s not only surprising how much better I felt not only about myself after playing a heavily romanticized piece, but also how much closer I feel with the rest of humanity. It’s hard to describe if you’ve never experienced it, so I won’t even try to on this joke of a journal. Lately I’ve really wanted to get through to a person. It’s not a romantic thing… I thought i got through, but lately i feel like i've reached an wall, and I can't go further inside. I really want to though, because i know how beautiful they are inside… I just wish they’d let me in…
I had a really funny experience a few days ago. This past Monday I was given the opportunity to speak in front of a bunch of old rich artists. It was the most stereotypical setting I have ever found myself in: I managed to meet an old, horny, rich white man who asked me if i knew Queen Latifah, an anorexic blonde who mysteriously kept running off with this excruciatingly hot Spanish artist, an over achiever, rich soccer mom, who kept putting words in my mouth and an Andy Warhol wannabe. It was so much fun to sit back and analyze these ridiculously predictable people. Plus there was great food.
I propose a toast: to aristocracy and the people who can sit at home on their computers and talk shit about it.