Sang/played a concert yesterday, in which I had to sing both bass and (briefly) tenor, sing a solo in Spanish, sing one verse of a song as the bass of a quartet, play guitar - both fingerpicking and strumming - for the What The Folk set, and conduct two pieces that sound like garbage if they're not performed with precision. Well, even more like ( Read more... )

Fucking hell ( Read more... )

Not having people to talk to about what's on my mind, or not having the time and opportunity to talk to the few that I might, is taking its toll again, and in certain ways I am retreating into myself, even as my social calendar burgeons more than ever (for England - still doesn't compare to my life in Hamilton). The letters I've been writing to ( Read more... )

Down to our last three months in England now, and I'm pretty damn excited about a bunch of stuff, both here in the time that's left, and waiting back in Canadia.

( Skooly things )

I miss having my Livejournal feed me tidbits from a wide variety of people. Facebook status updates don't cut it, especially when many of the people I'd love to hear from/about don't show up on my news feed, and I'm still very much against Twitter. I know life circumstances and how we use our online presence have changed plenty in the past decade ( Read more... )

I've been really lazy at home, lately, sadly neglecting the guitar. I'd thought to learn a bunch of different songs over the past and next few months, but the times I'm actually motivated to play are always at night, after my first sleep (and often after discussing music with someone somewhere online). Unfortunately, our floor is not nearly as ( Read more... )

Jason got older. I got you this sign. In URL format.

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I played squash this Friday past, and was horrified at how far I've slipped. It's probable that I've never left off it for six months straight before, but the degree to which I have deteriorated in my game is astonishing. I was flagging after about a game and a half, where normally it would take at least 5-7 games to put me in that state. ( Read more... )

So, last night while Katelyn and I were coming back from the post-circusing pub, we happened upon a small fire that was merrily burning its way through the hedge outside of someone's house ( Read more... )

Sunday has become a bit of a bluesy day for me, not that I'm jamming out 12 bars at a time or anything as hip and cool as that. Instead, I feel the pressure of the upcoming work week (and this is true pretty much every week, no matter how well things appear to be going) weighing down on me, knowing my next five nights, including this one, will be ( Read more... )