and then the movement ends. and any expectations not met are not met and you wonder of it was that you set the bar too high? the performance was okay, i enjoyed bits and peices, but over-all? was it my conduct(ing)? maybe when you are a player yourself, you create double standard for the rest...

there is a moment that occurs between two people. a moment of recognition, where you catch yourself in a silence. that sneaks up on you, unplanned, unannounced. and then all of a sudden you are enveloped. you awaken from a stream of consciousness like stepping on to a railway platform, arriving in a pause. a half note rest between phrases. a ( Read more... )

i need you like callused fingers.without feeling or thought.to stand up to the toughest string.to make a descision about where to go.without bending or wavering in you stance.without a doubt in your mind.this is the right note.a lifted melody.stolen glance.moving from fleshy bodies to wooden ones.a duet of conscious-stricken movements.the maximum ( Read more... )

crunch time.time to get cracking.(or crunching?)had a dream i broke my arm. wouldn't that've been nice? aren't we tired of the big push?growing up and then letting go? giving up and settling for best on paper.everyone looks better in ink, except you.maybe that's why i like you.cause you lose.constantly.