Saturday, February 23, 2002 :::
blog.
i'm sorry.
it has been too long. i figured that my last blog was extra special (with the infrastructure story and whatnot). afterall, it does take up 3 pages, at size 10 font, single spaced in ms word. that's a lot to talk about nothing. kno what i mean? so yea. i'm back at it again. a lot has gone on in the last month. when i say a lot, i mean a lot. "you know." - stewey.
so yea. many thoughts have entered my mind. one's a metaphor. one's about the joy of music. and the third...?
so here's my metaphor: everybody has a boat. what do you do with your boat? you put people in it? "yea, so what?", you ask. (i wonder if i could continue writing questions?) these just aren't regular people. these people are different. they're not supermen ni aliens (for you frenchies, "ni" is "nor" in spanish). they're your friends, the people you know. but no, more definition is needed. they're your support group. the people who pull you up when you're down. the people to stand up for you. the people to stand up with you. the people who are your friends, unconditionally. not for social status. not for no-strings-attached sex. not for money. not for your car. but for you. you get the point...you know what i mean. where'd this come from? it just kind of coeclesed into being one night. from what? it was the night i realized that someone in my boat was gone. i had to ask them to leave. i wanted that person there. and this person was there for a while. but no more. don't worry, it's not you. (how can i kno it's not "you" when i can't know eactly who "you" are at the writing of this blog. well, chances are, it isn't you, so don't worry about it). but anyway. i'm over it now. things have been realized and they're for the better. even still, my boat is really full, from "the doods" to ryla folk to ucla friends. it's big. i'm glad. thanks to everyone.
music...this kind of touches on what i said a while back on december 31st, 01. about darkness and music. mr. allen ::sigh:: knows what i was talking about. go back down and review if you'd like. tho now, darkness isn't in this discussion. the other day in ethno class (development of jazz) the prof, prof wilson, was talking about miles davis and his later modal albums (kind of blue, sketches of spain, porgy and bess, etc?) great muscian (say that with jay's "great flick" intonation). the song: "All Blues" from Kind of Blue. you should download it. it's on my getfile. why is it so good? it's because he uses a harmon mute, making the trumpet quieter. it sounds as if he's whispering to you and no one else. so the song was playing and we were all listening attentively. i already knew the song because i had the album. i love this album. it's awesome. great album ("great flick"). so the song is playing and prof wilson has gone and sat down towards the side on the piano bench. (so you know, it's in a 400 seat theater and he's on stage: so, he's still quite visable). his hands are in his lap. his eyes are mostly closed. (not completely, but mostly -- like when you're relaxing and you gently shut your eyes.) but then he lets the music envelop him. his head starts to bob back and forth to the beat. he starts to "sing" the music with his mouth. bahhhh-di-dummmmm-di-dooooooo-di-doooooooo. though you can't here him. the mic is one, but he's not making the sounds vocal. he's in his own world of music. here's the funny thing: i knew EXACTLY what he was doing. i understood it completely. it was at that point that i wanted to shut off all of my senses except for my ears so that i could devote all of my brain to listening to that and just enjoying it. or wait. no. that's not what i want. this is what i want: to be able to feel music through my fingers. to taste music. to see music. if only... (and no, i won't get high just so i can)
in closing i end with a quote from that piece of paper on jay's wall. it's one of those practice ap lit things you read. it's about golf and how much the author (mr john updike, or so i'm told) likes it. kind of like me and my music? the general gist of the quote? you can play golf forever and there is ALWAYS the potential to improve. "And that hope, perhaps, is the kindest bliss of all that golf bestows on its devotees."
go find a musical piece. something that you can truly say you love. not just that new pop song that's the catchiest thing ever. something you truly love. it gives you this feeling: if you could just listen to this music and curl up into a little ball, everything would be ok. it's just you and the music. no war in afganistan. no trouble with girls. no one to worry about putting in your boat. no financial problems. no miles davis. no backstreet boys. just you and the music. it doesn't have a name. no title. no artist. just the feeling it gives you. that is its name. "and that hope, perhaps, is the kindest bliss of all that [music] bestows on its devotees."
thanks jay.
eric is snoring. goodnight.
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