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warning: don't read this entry if you think i'm getting too big for my britches because it will only provide more evidence
so anyhoo, jesus i'm a lucky son of a bitch.
yesterday was a little weird. mum & i spent an hour driving to marietta to see Kakali Bandyopadhyay about the delinquent sitar... (wouldn't Delinquent Sitar be a fantastic rock band?) and Kakali's one of those people kinda like Joe who makes you feel all warm and peaceful until you just want to curl up and take a nap next to them. and then wake up and cook some really good stuff. so anyway she gave the sitar a complete physical and said that it's really not all that delinquent at all, but it's going to take a couple months to open up and start staying in tune all the time and sounding good and whatnot. and the more you play it the better it gets. which is kind of nifty.
'cause, really, it's kind of like a creature. needs to learn to behave itself.
a recording of a sitar is nothing at all like hearing a sitar played in the same room with you... 'cause like... you can sort of feel every noise it makes in your body...
but i lost my mizrabs. them's these little thingies you wear on your index finger so the string goes "twang" instead of "frang"
kakali rocks my socks off
after that i got dropped off at laura and carl's house, late for rehearsal for some gig tonight that i'm apparantly supposed to fake my way through even though i don't really know any of the songs. but that's okay. they're all in d minor and they're all russian tangos so how hard can it be. carl's going to give me a bunch of money. it's at the Savage Tree on kentucky st. at 8:30 or something, not sure
mike wheeler called me an hour ago or something and get this. remember his little story where the Rough Riders (or do they spell it "ruff"?) come to his house in a rolls-royce and ask him to get all up on their label and he says "not without the rest of my gang"? yeah thomas said that story was bullshit but mike says it's true. and he wants me and thomas and i don't know who else to come together and form a group with him and we'll all jump up on the Rough Riders' bus and be awesome. and i'm thinking holy shit. that's pretty fucking cool.
so i'm hoping i can juggle this thing as well as me & Carl's thing Machina Lavanda or whatever it's going to be, and school, and sitar, and the rest of the universe... oi vey...
Cee-lo is playing for free at Centennial Olympic Park today and i'm going to miss it because I promised Joe I'd hang out this afternoon... someone go for me...
hey Vicki. if you're reading this, i'm sorry i've been such an asshole. please forgive me and i love you and when you come home i'm going to shower you with affection and presents and rollercoasters and turntables and elixers and sweet dance moves. let's be friends, yes?
the end
so anyhoo, jesus i'm a lucky son of a bitch.
yesterday was a little weird. mum & i spent an hour driving to marietta to see Kakali Bandyopadhyay about the delinquent sitar... (wouldn't Delinquent Sitar be a fantastic rock band?) and Kakali's one of those people kinda like Joe who makes you feel all warm and peaceful until you just want to curl up and take a nap next to them. and then wake up and cook some really good stuff. so anyway she gave the sitar a complete physical and said that it's really not all that delinquent at all, but it's going to take a couple months to open up and start staying in tune all the time and sounding good and whatnot. and the more you play it the better it gets. which is kind of nifty.
'cause, really, it's kind of like a creature. needs to learn to behave itself.
a recording of a sitar is nothing at all like hearing a sitar played in the same room with you... 'cause like... you can sort of feel every noise it makes in your body...
but i lost my mizrabs. them's these little thingies you wear on your index finger so the string goes "twang" instead of "frang"
kakali rocks my socks off
after that i got dropped off at laura and carl's house, late for rehearsal for some gig tonight that i'm apparantly supposed to fake my way through even though i don't really know any of the songs. but that's okay. they're all in d minor and they're all russian tangos so how hard can it be. carl's going to give me a bunch of money. it's at the Savage Tree on kentucky st. at 8:30 or something, not sure
mike wheeler called me an hour ago or something and get this. remember his little story where the Rough Riders (or do they spell it "ruff"?) come to his house in a rolls-royce and ask him to get all up on their label and he says "not without the rest of my gang"? yeah thomas said that story was bullshit but mike says it's true. and he wants me and thomas and i don't know who else to come together and form a group with him and we'll all jump up on the Rough Riders' bus and be awesome. and i'm thinking holy shit. that's pretty fucking cool.
so i'm hoping i can juggle this thing as well as me & Carl's thing Machina Lavanda or whatever it's going to be, and school, and sitar, and the rest of the universe... oi vey...
Cee-lo is playing for free at Centennial Olympic Park today and i'm going to miss it because I promised Joe I'd hang out this afternoon... someone go for me...
hey Vicki. if you're reading this, i'm sorry i've been such an asshole. please forgive me and i love you and when you come home i'm going to shower you with affection and presents and rollercoasters and turntables and elixers and sweet dance moves. let's be friends, yes?
the end