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|Tuesday, August 16th, 2005|
yeah, so ... hi lj world. my name is andy matson and i am a recovering lj-user. i was thinking maybe i'd hop back on the wagon. i just can't gaurantee for how long i can keep up because i find my life somewhat not worth writing about. but, i'll try my best in any case.
the most important thing in my life now is Modern Day Jeremiah (www.moderndayjeremiah.com). we play every week, and we practice one to two times a week not including sunday's. there are six of us in the band and nine of us in the family. and it truly is like this little family. sometimes more so than other times, but all and all we are this little disfunctional family-type-of-unit. it's been really good to belong to it. we're recording an album right now. it's taken most of the summer to work on, and it's taken most of my time. but, i want it to be really good, and i am really hoping that it will be. it's been a while since i've had God in my life so much, and i don't feel like i've ever had God in my life as much as i have in the past several months. i think the best part about that is that i can actually say those words. i know it's hard to believe in for some people, and i still have a little confusion ~ but, i truly believe, and i am truly happy about that part of my life.
when i'm not busy with the band or band-associated activities i'm still working at Geaghan's. don't ask me why, but, it's just one of those things were the money sucks, but the people are amazing -- so, as long as i'm still getting by, i'm alright with it.
i've recently started driving to Dover-Foxcroft on Monday's to teach guitar lessons at the Buie School of the Arts or something-er-rather. i only have two students right now, and one of them was only for the summer, but i was told that i would be getting more students when the school opened back up in September. so, if this works out i will be getting payed to teach guitar once a week. if i'm getting enough money to keep driving out there then it'll be okay and it'll be a few extra bucks for grocery's and whatnot.
i make time for friends here-and-there, but, for the most part if i don't have plans with someone i usually will not see them. it's hard to find time's when schedules mesh up. i've lost track of people i considered myself really close to last year and that makes me sad. i don't like losing track of people that i love and care about. that is partially why i'm even writing on here right now. the people that got me started on this years ago i have not been in contact with for a very very long time and i miss them greatly. but, i have much love for them and i can't wait until we can be together in celebration next month. i'm so excited.
i suppose this is all the synopsis i can give for what my life has been for a while. perhaps i will be able to write more in the future and get back on the wagon, as i said before. but, until then, i have love and i hope those that read this and i can be together soon.
peace Current Mood: blah
|Saturday, April 2nd, 2005|
|don't worry ...
i'm still here ...
still breathing ... Current Mood: refreshed
|Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004|
i can't imagine having to make the decision to concede to a man you know is wrong, but for some reason people still like. i have a lot of respect and admiration for kerry; more now than i ever did. at the same time, though, i wish he wasn't such a pussy. if you go through life letting douch bags push you down you're never going to get anywhere. so, now i guess we will be secure in knowing our nation is safe because we have a douch bag still in office. i just don't like the cost of our security. maybe osama will take bush back to the caves one of these days, and we can let iraq and america get back to taking care of themselves. i never really cared at the time, but, damn, i miss clinton.
take care everyone. i miss you and love you all.
"power to the peaceful." - spearhead Current Mood: disappointed
|Friday, October 8th, 2004|
|it's the age of aquarius
so, it's been a month into student teaching, school, and what not, and, damn, am i tired! i'm not completely adjusted to getting up every morning still (including weekends for work). i miss sleeping in a whole lot, but at the same time this makes me feel somewhat accomplished at the end of the day.
tonight is going to be quite an experience. it's home-coming week and tonight is the football game. i am in charge of everything. that means everything. brady isn't even going to be at the game. i have to make sure everyone is present, we will be marching down to the field in some kind of parade fashion, and we will also be performing for up to three quarters of play, including half-time and the national anthem. sounds easy? very stressful. this band is representing this community and i am in charge of this band. i honestly feel everything is going to go well, but i have to be prepared for anything. this makes me kind of nervous. oh, well. i gotta do it, so i've got to do my best. luckily, a lot of these kids are really good, and i'll be looking to them for some help with tempos and things.
middle school and fifth grade are pretty cool. i have fun with the band and fifth grade. the seventh grade general education classes are dull. the kids are either sedated or off the fucking wall, there's very little middle ground. it's a lot of please pay attention, or, are you alive right now? either way, it's "please, do your work." it's alright.
the band i'm in for andy geaghan's church, modern day jeremiah, practices twice a week and we will begin playing sunday night services on the 17th of this month. i think that will be good. we've written some songs and we have a lot of praise music. they're going to be putting words up on the walls from projectors, and they can even use camera's to show the band. it's a pretty big thing they have going on. i look forward to it coming all together finally.
and almost home finally has the album finished. it's good. i really do enjoy playing with them. and, oh, check this out: http://www.mainecampus.com/news/2004/09/20/Style/Cant-Stop.The.Rock-724449.shtml
if this worked, there should be a picture of me rocking out. it's cool.
on a side note, i just saw something that said Howie Day was playing with Nickel Creek at the State Theatre. That sucks soooooooooooooo much. I fucking love Nickel Creek. Also, he was mentioned in the label of Gusters live album from the state theatre. And I fucking love Guster. this shouldn't make me angry, but it's just not right. it's not fair. he gets to perform all the time with all these amazing musicians (when he, himself, is mediocre, at best) and i'm still stuck in this town paying over $3000 so i can finish school and graduate. i don't know if i'm good enough to make it in the music business, but jesus, why the fuck is he?! grrrr.
oh, well. i've got my own stuff to deal with, so i better go find something to eat and get ready to conduct tonight.
wish me luck if you read this before 6:00pm.
much love. Current Mood: hopeful
|Tuesday, August 31st, 2004|
|... got my bagged packed up, got my shoes tied tight, hope i don't get in a fight ...
Back to school. Back to school. back ... to ... sch...
classes started monday. 9:00 - 9:50; MUE401. again. i didn't pass in an assignment and i skipped maybe one too many classes and now i have to retake this stupid class.
more importantly, as of yesterday, i'm registered to student teach. yes, i've decided to go back to brewer. anything else at this point would probably not have worked out. everyone there is really nice and is willing to work with me for what i need. so get off my back. j/k ... lol ... fuck you. ??? woop woop!
today was my first day as a student teacher. i had to go to a teacher's meeting at 8h00am this morning. holy shit, did that suck. i realize now more than ever all these people in one room are very similar to the children they teach. people talked through shit (while others were talking), some people would shoot dirty looks at the "talkers", a lot of squirming in chairs. it's kind of funny. i felt a little surreal being there amoung these people i once regarded as authoritative. i can't imagine what it will be like when kids show up on thursday. but, it's been 5 school years since i've been there so i don't know a single kid -- or wouldn't remember them. dandy's mom was the first person to welcome me and say hello. she's a swell lady. but then we sat there and listened to people get up and talk for over 3 hours. brady said it was the longest teacher's meeting he's ever been to. then i came home for a quick bite and then i went back for three 25 minute lectures on harrassment, blood pathogens, and FERPA. fun! but it's done now. tomorrow i have my MUE class and then i have to drive to the highschool to get more information and start thinking about getting started on things. Brady, in good Brady-fashion, will be giving me his beginner guitar class. so, instead of easing me in, he's throughing me to 14 littles sharks. hooray, again! oh, well. chalk it up to experience.
now all i have to do is go to practice with almost home, play some rock and then relaxe. and so begin's a crazy semester.
much love to everyone Current Mood: good
|Tuesday, August 24th, 2004|
|I'd Rather Wear Slippers Than Carpet The World
so. i'm not dead. just absent. void. i wish i could get away. "i've got a strong urge to fly ~ but i've got no where to fly to". . . and all that jazz.
here's a quickie update:
I play bass in Almost Home now. (almost home is cory deshane, john goupee, mike king). We played one show in Presque Isle and it's actually a lot of fun. We have a show on September 6th and 10th at the University of Maine, also. It's still weird to be in a band -- playing bass. But i do really like it.
A few weeks ago I got to visit Matt Melot with Lauren and a friend of hers. It was just a one night thing, but it was nice. As I type Matt is in Vermont. He's reenrolled into a college and he seemed excited and happy about it. That makes me happy and excited for him. I just want to be done. Right now it's still complicated, but i'm hoping everything will work out. school starts on monday. fuckers.
I went down to the Warped Tour last week. We stayed in Hampton beach and had a great time on wednesday night. I ended up having to buy two tickets and the show wasn't all that great. But i'm in love with Coheed and Cambria -- i'll have their babies if they want me to.
This summer can't be over. There is still too much to be done. Many people to see and create joyful moments with. Alas, the mornings, like the evenings, have been getting a bit nippy. Today almost feels like the leaves could be lying dead on the ground -- but they don't have the will. I'm not looking forward to the cold just yet. Oh, well.
I need to sleep, but I don't have time.
. . . i need the money. Current Mood: okay
|Thursday, July 15th, 2004|
|i'm walking through the mirror this time / to see i don't like it on either side
wednesday morning i dreamed there were bugs all over me. that was horrible -- i woke up kind of freaked out. but i just went back to sleep and in the next dream some kind of hannah was in it. it was either her, or a picture, but what stood out was that it was her. then my father woke me up around 9:30, saying they just called from work and need me to go in. confused and not fully awake i get up and find out one of server's (Patty) needed to go home cos her father had been taken to the hospital the night before and she needed to be with him, and get some sleep. so, i was more than happy to go in for her. it wasn't a bad shift, 10:30 - 3:00ish. i made a little money, so considering i was broke when i woke up, that's not bad.
when i got home, about three minutes went by before i get a call from one of my friends, Michelle. she wants to know if i want to do anything. but here's the back story with it. Michelle is someone i've met through someone else, so though i consider her a friend now, it would still be weird for just the two of us to hang out without anyone else around. plus, there is a whole lot of drama with our friendship because over the past few weeks we've come to discover her feelings for me surpass that of just platonic. it makes me feel terrible because i don't feel the same, but i don't want to lose our friendship, as it stands. i've seen that happen (matt rideout and hannah -- he confesses his love, she turns him down, he hates her forever and still has baggage about it deep down) -- definitely don't want that. so, as i realize we still need time, and attempts to get things back to normal, i consider going to hang out with her tonight.
[here's where we're gonna get crazy].
i look on the caller i.d. and see a number there that i hadn't seen in a very very long time. blonde dancers, man. they just keep coming back. so, out of curiosity, and out of the fact that i couldn't stand to see someone i once considered my best friend lost and gone forever, i call her back. it's almost awkward at first as we begin to speak. butterflies and what-not. but we chat. we decide to get together, and i'll help her with a song she has to sing for her sister's wedding next month. when she arrives, it's still that same, uncomfortable feeling cos i didn't know what i was gonna feel. but she comes in and we go to my keyboard, listen to the song and discuss what she wants. i grab my guitar and in five minutes we figure out what key she needs to sing it in and we're all set. that all happened so fast, i was just like, "is this it?" but it wasn't. i follow her to her house and i see her sister, her mom, her mom's new man-friend, and we watch a home video of her world in Baton Rouge, LA. we decide to go out and get some food at Margarita's (it was college night -- get one meal free. pretty sweet). we drink a bit, eat, have good conversation. she begins getting drunk, but it totally loosen's up any kind of tension that may have existed before. we talk about the old times, we talk about our respective new times. our new friends, our old friends, school, pet's, and it's really a good time. we leave orono and head into bangor, out of the blue she say's "lets swing," and i say, "okay." and just like that we're at the park where shelley and dandy and i went a lot last summer. it's raining on us, we're swinging and playing on the jungle gym and just getting soaked. it was a lot of fun. good memories, ya know. we talk about politics, and get a little more in depth about school, and our learning styles. this is deep conversation, something we almost never had. it was good. then we go out to border's and get tea to warm up a bit from the rain. i see someone i know from the music department and we chat with him for a bit. find out he's going into the peace corps in few months. that is so admirable. he's giving 26 or 27 months of his life to help others and find himself more. that is so impressive. anyway, i bring her back to her house and i see her brother and i talk with him a bit while she's on the phone with her boy in virginia (he's at school there). then we sort of chill out in her living room and chat for another forty-five minutes or so. that was it for my day. i came home, watched aqua teen hunger force, part of a movie on CBC and went to bed.
last night i had a dream where i was trying to figure out the name of the actor in home alone, but i couldn't. when i woke up this morning the first thing that was in my head was Macaulay Culkin. that's a weird thing to wake up to.
but after reflection of last night, it feels so good to know i haven't lost a friend. it kind of sucks that it took this long to find that out ... but, honestly, i wouldn't have it any other way. Current Mood: fulfilled
|Monday, July 5th, 2004|
I am a member of 4 cliques of size 6
- dandy, mrsmiawallace, aperfectincubus, losermakesgood, greendaze, always_bawling
- dandy, mrsmiawallace, aperfectincubus, greendaze, always_bawling, patcheye
- dandy, mrsmiawallace, losermakesgood, greendaze, renee333, always_bawling
- dandy, mrsmiawallace, greendaze, renee333, always_bawling, patcheye
|Thursday, July 1st, 2004|
|i hope we die and live to tell about it
this is the show i saw on June 26, at the Fleet Pavillion, in Boston -- so unbelievable -- (wish you were there)
Seas of Cheese 02:57
Those Damned Blue-Collar Tweekers 08:21
Is It Luck? 04:49
Fish On 08:13
The Carpenter And The Dainty Bride 08:11
Glass Sandwich 06:00
Sgt. Baker 06:48
Here Come the Bastards 05:20
To Defy the Laws of Tradition 07:07
Groundhog's Day 09:42
Too Many Puppies 05:26
Mr. Knowitall 04:28
Frizzle Fry 07:35
John The Fisherman 04:09
You Can't Kill Michael Malloy 02:51
The Toys Go Winding Down 10:04
Pudding Time 05:02
Sathington Willoughby 02:21
Drum and Whamola Jam 12:11
Spegetti Western 09:43
Harold of the Rocks 11:33
To Defy 02:21
The Pressman 10:12
there are just still no words to say how amazing this show was. the day, in itself was pretty crazy, and i didn't decide to go until the day before. i love doing that shit. good times. good times.
also, my brother got married. it was in Rangeley, at the Rangeley Inn. It overlooked a lake, and it was so beautiful. It rained the morning of, and just before they wanted to start. They say it's good luck, so I'm hoping they're right. it really was a nice ceremony, and i am very proud to see my brother commit to something like this. his wife is really good people, too. i had a lot of fun.
hmm. other than those wonderful things, i've just been hanging out with friends, working, picking up shifts, and playing. i played tuesday night at benji's, and then last night at waterfront. i'm just an open-mic fiend around here!
i guess that's it. my life is pretty good if you're living it. but it's not that exciting when put in words. so, maybe instead of wishing anyone of you were at the show with me, maybe i wish you could be me. then we'd know how good or bad things really are. ???
i can't wait to see anchorman
peace. Current Mood: good
|Monday, June 14th, 2004|
|hidden unneccesary work or ShaZaam
1) Take your LJ username and replace each letter with the corresponding number (A=1, B=2, etc...). If your name contains numbers, you'll need to convert them to letters first before you can convert to numbers.
Somebody - 19 15 13 5 2 15 4 25
2) Add all of the numbers together to create a kind of super number.
3) Make a note of the first digit of this number, then add the digits of the number together.
digit is 1 / sum is 10
4) Find the post of this number in your LJ. If you don't have that many posts, add the digits together again. Keep doing so until the number is smaller than your pathetic number of posts.
5) Take the digit you noted in step 3, and count that many words into the post.
1 / "Today"
6) Use the resulting word in a Google Image Search, and select a picture from the first page.
7) Post the results for us all to see.http://www.larrychanceandtheearls.com/images/today.jpg Current Mood: earl grey
|Thursday, June 10th, 2004|
|"this moment could be the sum of a hundred-thousand fantasies of you . . .
or it could simply be the equation to one certain circular truth: love is real. love is true."
i've been having a good time in the past week or so. just chillin' like ice cream fillin'. the last two days have been the warmest, and nicest i can remember since last august or so. i've been dividing up my free time between hanging out with my boys in brewer, and some of my university friends who now live in bangor. it's an ecclectic mix -- and it keeps me happy.
last night i played for the first time at the Waterfront in Bangor. it was the first night of open mic. they had tried it once or twice before and it had failed, but from what i saw last night, i think the third time might be a charm. i saw a lot of familiar faces from benjiman's, but also a lot of people i had never seen before. the set-up was really good, i think. the equipment and everything was nice. the atomosphere was kind of strange. there was an odd vibe there. it was brought on, mostly, by the bar-tender who was a bitch. first, she was just rude, and she made my friend who will be 21 in about a month or so leave. then she censored everything. the girl running the show, sarah, read a poem with the word "penitrate" in it -- that's it -- and the bitch cut her off and said people were offended. now, i wasn't all up in anyone's face or nothing, but from where i sat i didn't see anyone who was so immature to be offended by that. so then i had to think about my set-list and make sure i didn't swear in any songs. thus, "fuck her gently" was out. but, i went on around 10:30 or so and began with a horrible 40 second version of "romance at a glance." it had to be ended -- trust me. the rest of the set went really good. i had a great feeling around me, and i was having a good time. i played "all sides now" (which says "shit"), "the scene where the hero walks into the sunset", "hey ya" (by outkast), "stolen lines and homemade hooks" (which says goddamn), "reverse daylight", and ended with "bliss". and i must say ... it was awesome playing "hey ya" and doing the little what's-cooler-than-being-cool?-thing. it was such a great night, in general.
we went back to my friends place and just sat outside and talked and laughed for a few hours or so. it was great. i would have loved it to have down poured, but eventually there weren't any clouds and i could see the stars. sometimes you just have to settle for the stars.
anne -- if you get this: i hope colorado is amazing and you are having the best time there. miss you.
my P-town crew -- i love you guys. take care of yourselves and make each other happy. i can't wait to come visit again.
dandy -- miss you. and i hope you come up again sometime so i can see you. talk to you soon.
much love everyone -- gotsta enjoy this sunshine Current Mood: good
|Saturday, May 29th, 2004|
Your Life: The Soundtrack
|Opening credits:||Vince Guaraldi - Skating |
|Waking up:||Counting Crows - Round Here |
|Average day:||Blind Melon - No Rain |
|First date:||New Found Glory - I Don't Wanna Know |
|Falling in love:||Common - The Light |
|Love scene:||Norah Jones - Come Away with Me |
|Fight scene:||My Life with the Thrill Kill Cult - After the Flesh |
|Breaking up:||John Mayer - Comfortable |
|Getting back together:||the Format - Let's Make This Moment a Crime |
|Secret love:||Damien Rice - the Blower's Daughter |
|Life's okay:||Paul Simon - Kodachrome |
|Mental breakdown:||Primus - The Toys Go Winding Down / System of a Down - Sugar |
|Driving:||Gorillaz - 19-2000 |
|Learning a lesson:||Fiona Apple - Shadowboxer |
|Deep thought:||Pink Floyd - Is There Anybody Out There? |
|Flashback:||Weezer - Undone [the sweater song] |
|Partying:||Jimi Hendrix - Let the Good Times Roll |
|Happy dance:||Phish - Bouncing Round the Room |
|Regreting:||the Eels - It's a Mother Fucker |
|Long night alone:||Eric Whitacre - Water Night |
|Death scene:||Radiohead - How to Disappear Completely |
|Closing credits:||the Get Up Kids - Is There A Way Out |
brought to you by BZOINK!
Okay, so i've been thinking about this ever since i saw Ericandy's. But, holy shit, i had no idea it would be this difficult. There are so many great artists that influence my day to day life that i feel bad for leaving them off. To make up for it, i just play these scenes in my head with these songs over them. It makes sense to me.
~ "power to the peaceful"
- Spearhead Current Mood: accomplished
|Saturday, May 22nd, 2004|
|Who Brought the Drunk Kid?
damn. why did i drink so much last night. you know what, though. it's not that i drank too much, it's that my friends thought mixing everything they had into what i was drinking when i went to the bathroom was a good idea. i assumed my ice had melted so i drank it. half an hour later or so i was puking.
this was at rupinuni's in bar harbor. there was no need for us to go down there, but we did. and ya know what it got me? i got to meet howie day! "OH MY GOD!" yeah. he showed up after my sheets were well on their way to the wind. so i go up to him and i kind of wanted to spit on him, but instead i played it off respectfully and i wanted to ask him about A&R. and what happens? he ignores my question(s). my guess is because he doesn't know anything about the music business cos he's not in the music business ... he's in the whore/puppet business. i got mad. my friend, corey, said i was kissing his ass, and i just went of the wall. i go find him again and i look him in the face and i say, "write a song." and i go into a rant about how his songs suck and he can't write. andy geaghan comes in and gets me away, and that's the last i saw of him. but i guess my friend frank was coming out of the bathroom as i was walking away and howie turned and said, "i just got a lesson in song writing."
i think i would be happier if none of it had happened, though. this hang-over was not worth any of it.
keep on keeping on.
one love. Current Mood: tired
|Friday, May 14th, 2004|
| . . . good . . . good for you ... good FOR you
so yesterday was a good day. i studied a bit wednesday night and restudied after i got up on thursday. i got up to the testing center on campus very early. i had a good half an hour wait until i could use a computer, which somehow turned into an hour. it sucked waiting, but i entertained myself with a cooking magazine from May 2002. grasshopper pie looked especially good. by noonish i was in taking my test. i'm not too sure how i did, but i feel like i passed this time. at least i finished writing my essay this time.
after the test it was a mad dash back home and off again to pick up corey wilcox and cory deshane. we all went down to portland to the Honda Civic Tour (the get up kids, thrice, and dashboard confessional). we had a lot of time to kill in portland, also. we had some starbucks, found out Cabadash (or whatever it is) moved to Fore street, pissed at Anthony's without purchasing anything, and waited in line. very fulfilling. before the show started we met up with Mikey King, his sort of girlfriend/exgirlfriend, Ashley, and one of her friends. And just as the first band was starting we met up with another friend of ours, Trevor Geaghan, who plays bass in Animal Suit Drive-by.
the average age for the concert was probably 15 or 16 -- maybe even 13. let's just say it seemed like 96% of the audience needed their mom to pick them up after the show. maybe i'm getting too old, but i still like this music, so fuck 'em.
the first band that played was called Say Anything. they annoyed me to no extent. they played, maybe, 4 songs, each one consisting of this format: begin by sounding like all the "The"-bands (the white stripes, the strokes, the vines, etc.), then get dissonant or change time signature, then be annoying until the song is finished. they need to be done quicker than they were. to put it more bluntly, they sucked the taint off a dead bull's balls. *a-hem* ... yeah.
next was something i had wanted for many many years, and that is to see the Get Up Kids live. holy shit, they were so good. they played songs off of the new album, Guilt Show, and also Something to Write Home About. They even played Mass Pike! it was so fucking good.
this was followed by an equally good, though very different, performance by Thrice. small children fled for their lives as pits erupted all around. it was really good, and high energy. i didn't realize how talented this band was. i'm glad i saw a full performance by them (aside from last summers Warped Tour).
dashboard came on next ~ we sat in the very back of Cumbee and drank soda while he played his first song. then we chatted during the next song. cory spotted the bassist for the Get Up Kids hanging out at the sound booth and the two of us decided to grow balls and go meet him -- (corey followed suit when he saw us walking away). it was fucking good to be able to shake his hand and tell him how great their music is, and i think he appreciated it -- or at least that we even knew who he was. if we had gotten to meet Matthew Pryor (lead singer/guitarist/songwriter/genius/inspi
ration) it would have been incredible, but we didn't. after that we left, we didn't even stay for the rest of dashboard's set, because, frankly, none of us cared.
the ride home was good -- and it was an all around really good day. i definitely don't feel as much pressure about school anymore and hopefully everything will fall into place as it needs to. now, it's all about finding a second job. money is the bane of my existence.
one love. Current Mood: good
|Wednesday, May 12th, 2004|
|The World is Shit and Old Men are Stupid
at work there are these men who get together every morning and wax idiotic over muffins and coffee. today i overheard one of them say, "if you want to make money you should get a job in Iraq." let me pause now so you can reread this statement and think about it -- but be careful because it could cause your brain to explode and ooze out your ear. what the fuck??!!! Iraq is in shambles and will be so for years and years to come. There is no money there and the only way you could possibly be a part of the rebuilding process or have any power is by being one of Bush's drinking buddies. Old Men Are Stupid!
in other news, militants beheaded a 26-year-old American contractor and sent it over the internet -- the video, not the head. i read on CNN that officials believe this group is using this Iraqi abuse scandal as an excuse to do things like this, even though this sort of violence preceeds the abuse scandal. ???!!! what?! is this justification? people are fucking dying! we have no right to treat human beings this way. how do you think these group of people are going to feel when we destroy their way of life and abuse their people? who the fuck are we? violence begets violence and this isn't going to fucking stop. sometimes i wish i was canadian.
tomorrow is my make-up exam for Praxis. if i pass i will be student teaching in the fall and life will be beautiful. if not, i'm going to be very upset at myself and at the system that says if i can't write a bullshit essay in 30 minutes i don't have the competency to teach music. bitches.
wish me luck.
one love Current Mood: tired
|Tuesday, May 11th, 2004|
|The Skinny Don't Squish
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you?
|Wednesday, May 5th, 2004|
|Tuesday, April 20th, 2004|
|Opus 46, No. 7 in Am
weekends are so busy for me! sunday i was going to go to P-town, but one of our waiters couldn't come in so he called me at work, and then called me 10 minutes later when i got home. so i agreed to do his shift (4-8 in the dining room) after having a 7:30am-2:00pm shift to begin with. so i get in and it's dead. dead. dead. so dead. within two hours i had finally got a party of 3. one of them was michelle whitney (remember her?). she was with another lady and this ladies child. he was cool, couldn't have been more than 3 or maaaaaaaybe 4. one of those personalities where he doesn't know when to be shy and when to be outgoing. because i knew michelle, even slightly, i had a good time with the table, and i could tell i could be loud and joke with them, also. but the best part was before i got their check i played the piano really quick. as i did this the child, kirk, walked up to me and his mom told him to ask me to play twinkle, twinkle little star. so i sat there a second and tried to figure out how to play it, and he just watched me. then he was like, "i can play it." and he proceeded to start at the low end of the piano and play random white keys progressively getting higher and higher as he sang, "twink-le, twink-le, lit-tle, star, how, i, won-der, what, you, are." then he looks at me and says, "that was me. i played that." i lost my shit. i was filled with so much adorableness i fell on the floor. then i played a C - F - G chord progression and told him to play white keys, and we rocked out. the most amazing part is that when we ended he somehow, possibly by luck or just sheer talent, ended on the tonic and it sounded perfect. i was madly impressed and that put me in a good mood for the rest of the night. i had two more parties within the next two hours and then i was gone by 8:30/8:45pm.
so, i'm sorry i couldn't come to P-town last sunday, but i hope erica's schedule is the same, or better, and i'll come down this sunday/monday if that's cool. email me, or post a response ~ let me know.
one love. Current Mood: happy
|Friday, April 16th, 2004|
when didn't it rain? every day it rains, and yesterday for a moment when it wasn't raining i noticed trees beginning to blossom and the grass starting to look more green. but where are the blue skies?! where is the sun?! where are the days when i don't have to wear my poor tatered coat? come on spring, you sexy little thing, you! i know you're just teasing us with your cute little booty shakes, so go on and walk on by -- we don't need you soliciting around here! we want the real thing! we want summer! face it, there are just some things summer will do that you won't, and for a lot less money!
so hopefully i can come down to P-town and visit in a few days. and if i do, then maybe i'll come down the next week anyway and see about open mic night.
tuesday i play at benjamin's for 4/20 (giggle, giggle). thursday, the 29th, i have a gig up on campus openning for a couple of bands. then friday, the 30th, is the rehearsal for kim and pauls wedding, and saturday is the wedding where i will be performing the song i wrote for them. the months almost over and i'm still broke. i've even given consideration for working at subway in brewer. i just don't know if we have to provide our on I.V.'s or if the blood is already there. i'm naughty.
right now i'm almost missing my class which only meets once a week and is basically playing classical guitar for an hour. why would i skip it, you may ask? cos i'm fucking lazy.
but i hope everyone is doing well. much love.
|Friday, April 2nd, 2004|
|in like a lion / out like a . . .
did anyone play any april fools tricks yesterday? yeah? me neither. i just didn't even think about it. i hate getting old.
so, it's april and what a month -- there are things i want to do but i can't because other things have priority. tomorrow is my friend's 21st birthday -- we've waiting so long and it's finally here. i think we'll drink at midnight at the restaurant. good times. then on tuesday i believe i'm playing at benjamin's, so i should think about what i want to play. also, at the end of this month (the 29th?) i'm going to be opening for a couple of bands up at the university. that will be fun. the day after i really wanted to go down to Rhode Island to visit a friend and see Yellowcard, Something Corporate, and Less Than Jake ~ but alas, May 1st is my friend's wedding!! and i'm playing a song i wrote for them about two christmas' ago, thus i have to be there. i was going to take one of these weekends and visit meghann in vermont again, but i'm not sure if that will have to wait until May, or not. also, i need to head down to P-town and get fitted for my tuxedo for my brother's wedding in June. hopefully on that trip i can find a way to visit with ericandy, nee, nikkiah, and tina (maybe mat? -- idunno how far out of the loop he is). but yeah, i'll have to find a way to get in touch with erica and we can figure out if it's worth trying to perform down there ~ it feels like it's been so long since erica has been around while i had a guitar in my hands. wow.
yikes. this is going to be a busy month -- due to so much activity i have to take days off from work which means i'll have to scrounge for every penny to make my payments at the end of the month and still be able to get all this stuff done. stress, stress, stress. merr! i'll have none of it!! stupid ol' stress -- YOUR FEET STINK! how d'you like dem apples? *sigh* oh, well.
P.S. -- Erin, i went by the mall and you weren't there. that was sad -- i don't like the mall. Current Mood: thirsty