jonvanoss
Saturday, August 07, 2004
The Patio
A weekend blog out on the patio seemed like a good idea. I've got a picnic table out here now so that helps with things. It's been one long boring day. All my friends are busy and I've spent some time with myself, which is fine, but I can't really do anything productive until the sun goes down, and even then productivity simply means movies or video games.
I went pawn shopping today and even that wasn't all that great. I bought a video game for 10 bucks. it's a music rhythm type game. Those are pretty cool. Amplitude started it all for me. Now I've got a few more.
Finished another song on Monday called... Actually it's still untitled. It has a couple tempo changes and some acoustic guitar. Most of it is in the style of "Heavy Metal Drummer' by Wilco. Wilco is a quality band that I found in college and enjoy more than almost anything else, Bowie excluded, right now.
Work starts for real in about 3 weeks. I'm nervous and excited with anticipation. It's going to be a really busy year, and that's okay, I guess. Last night I had a dream in which I was back in high school. I knew I had a full time job and a college degree, but I was back in high school anyway. The dream started in band class and everyone else that had graduated was back with me, including a friend of mine who also played trumpet and was jealous of me. We had an argument and then his sister tried to make out with me. Then my next class was some sort of archeology class and the teacher kept going on and on about how the class would require a lot of night field trips and I got freaked out because I worked nights all the time and couldn't do night field trips. For some reason the idea of dropping out didn't occur to me. I woke up in a panic. Bowie radio doesn't seem to be working. Crap.
I've been thinking a lot about the music I write and how it hasn't reached a large audience at all. Of course, I haven't even really tried to push it that much, but it gets me depressed thinking about how I've got probably 3 hours of original stuff now and no one will ever hear it aside from my good friends. The stupid thing is that I know enough people where I'm sure I could get a band together and try it out live, but that's a whole other time commitment and fear and other nonsensical etceteras. Maybe some day.
I've got to get to New York City.
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I went pawn shopping today and even that wasn't all that great. I bought a video game for 10 bucks. it's a music rhythm type game. Those are pretty cool. Amplitude started it all for me. Now I've got a few more.
Finished another song on Monday called... Actually it's still untitled. It has a couple tempo changes and some acoustic guitar. Most of it is in the style of "Heavy Metal Drummer' by Wilco. Wilco is a quality band that I found in college and enjoy more than almost anything else, Bowie excluded, right now.
Work starts for real in about 3 weeks. I'm nervous and excited with anticipation. It's going to be a really busy year, and that's okay, I guess. Last night I had a dream in which I was back in high school. I knew I had a full time job and a college degree, but I was back in high school anyway. The dream started in band class and everyone else that had graduated was back with me, including a friend of mine who also played trumpet and was jealous of me. We had an argument and then his sister tried to make out with me. Then my next class was some sort of archeology class and the teacher kept going on and on about how the class would require a lot of night field trips and I got freaked out because I worked nights all the time and couldn't do night field trips. For some reason the idea of dropping out didn't occur to me. I woke up in a panic. Bowie radio doesn't seem to be working. Crap.
I've been thinking a lot about the music I write and how it hasn't reached a large audience at all. Of course, I haven't even really tried to push it that much, but it gets me depressed thinking about how I've got probably 3 hours of original stuff now and no one will ever hear it aside from my good friends. The stupid thing is that I know enough people where I'm sure I could get a band together and try it out live, but that's a whole other time commitment and fear and other nonsensical etceteras. Maybe some day.
I've got to get to New York City.
End.
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