Sunday, March 18, 2007
so many things squished into so little a period of time. living life vicariously before i plunge into the dizzying madness of intense mugging-- 3 weeks to exams and i am bugging out a little. eeks. m warned me last night (exasperatedly?) that lightbulbs tend to burn brightest just before they fuse.
music:
yo la tengo-- props the baddest-ass maraca player and guitarist, the most patient bassist, to the best song-writing wife of a guitarist. haha yes i had fun! the guitar wanking was intense but good. and they are solid musicians...
tower of power-- i am SO happy i went. shit. these guys tear up the stage even after 32 years of touring. i am especially impressed by iron mike, who plays the trumpet with his left hand, and the trombone with his right-- consecutively. and shortly after picks up the flugelhorn and proceeds to play the sweetest duet with the other trumpeter. the horns in general kick ass, but can't compare to the saxophones. amazing. doc the groovy old grandaddy ( i wish he were mine-- that man can dance!!!) with his so-very-'40s pork pie hat and the alto sax ripping up and down the scale and blasting out amazing solos. respect.
special mention to the pianist-- i was so happy i was sitting in the level 2 boxes, just because i could see his amazing fingerwork. the man is godlike.. 3 or 4 levels of music thrown off effortlessly, humming along, bopping his head... the man has r&b in his soul.
they were all so good i almost forgot to watch rocco prestia, THE funk bassist. smooth lines and funky walking bass anchoring the entire thing. together with david garibaldi, possibly one of the world's most respected drummers. wow. wow.
and of course the lead singer, rufus miller, who got everyone in the hall up and grooving by the fifth song. respect, respect, respect.
ultimate:
sprained my ankle again, cracked my nose (it still hurts 1.5 weeks after a disc smashed into it) and my right ring finger's continuously tingling/aching. but i have improved my throws!! and i think gotten a bit fitter. stupid ck has decided that running 4k BEFORE training in the sweltering afternoon heat is a great idea.
movies:
wow. 300 kicks ass. and i just watched the freakiest movie (primer) about time travel.. it's insane. i had to watch it three times just to get all the timelines right.. it's genius. just finished idiocracy (a show about how 500 years in the future, everyone is retarded) is also a bloody good satire of american society today. wow.
misc:
aiyo. so much drinking. haha. brewerkz kicked ass, the burger sucked but the beer was good (except for the bloody strawberry beer-- wtf??) and the subsequent stoned walk around simlim was just as fun. hoho. AND my mahjong skills have improved thanks to my apprenticeship under ty!!!
ok i guess that's about it. hm.
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit
And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist
You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag
I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane
And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is
--bright eyes, lua
+ fictions&fires
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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