Musings in Wave Format
So.
Alone on the 3rd floor.
The best part of my day was reading on the bus.
I got to play my harmonica at the bus stop, and walking to work from the train.
That was cool, but making music in public, especially when I'm not good yet, makes me self conscious.
I had a good class last night, and another good class before that on Monday.
Classes are still running long, when then fix the clock that'll help.
Brian and I walked to and from class on the tracks.
On the way back we played harmonica.
I thought that was great.
His is busted.
Warped.
It got wet or something.
Still plays fine, and easy to tell the ends apart in the dark.
Today has been a tense day, full of frustrated people and scary news at work.
The Time Traveler's Wife has got me thinking about the future (really? the future? imagine that...).
I am kind of tired of all my music right now, and with Pandora it's worse.
I used to fall in love with a musician or a CD I'd borrowed.
Now I just hear genre appropriate music at will.
I don't search for artists or CDs anymore.
I just consume volumes en mass.
I miss CDs.
How very "I miss vinyl" of me.
It's nothing about the quality of sound or anything.
Maybe it's too easy to get it now, maybe I'm too overwhelmed with choice.
I love music, and I love new music, and I love pretending that I'm alone when I'm on my way to work.
That's how I think of it - I'm alone, I don't know anyone between here and my office, everyone is a stranger.
When I can really convince myself of that, I dance and sing along to my music.
Sometimes I feel like the people around me are real people.
Other times they're just strangers and I'm alone.
When they're real I am self conscious.
When I'm 'alone' I dance and sing.
I feel guilty about both.
Can't win it all.
Oh well.
Alone on the 3rd floor.
The best part of my day was reading on the bus.
I got to play my harmonica at the bus stop, and walking to work from the train.
That was cool, but making music in public, especially when I'm not good yet, makes me self conscious.
I had a good class last night, and another good class before that on Monday.
Classes are still running long, when then fix the clock that'll help.
Brian and I walked to and from class on the tracks.
On the way back we played harmonica.
I thought that was great.
His is busted.
Warped.
It got wet or something.
Still plays fine, and easy to tell the ends apart in the dark.
Today has been a tense day, full of frustrated people and scary news at work.
The Time Traveler's Wife has got me thinking about the future (really? the future? imagine that...).
I am kind of tired of all my music right now, and with Pandora it's worse.
I used to fall in love with a musician or a CD I'd borrowed.
Now I just hear genre appropriate music at will.
I don't search for artists or CDs anymore.
I just consume volumes en mass.
I miss CDs.
How very "I miss vinyl" of me.
It's nothing about the quality of sound or anything.
Maybe it's too easy to get it now, maybe I'm too overwhelmed with choice.
I love music, and I love new music, and I love pretending that I'm alone when I'm on my way to work.
That's how I think of it - I'm alone, I don't know anyone between here and my office, everyone is a stranger.
When I can really convince myself of that, I dance and sing along to my music.
Sometimes I feel like the people around me are real people.
Other times they're just strangers and I'm alone.
When they're real I am self conscious.
When I'm 'alone' I dance and sing.
I feel guilty about both.
Can't win it all.
Oh well.