The hills are alive.

Music is a hard habit to break. It's hard to turn your back on it. And it's impossible to run away from it. I don't get enough music in my life. I can feel it inside. I need to break out my instruments and play some. Need to play some music. My friend just sent me the score to a song, arranged for a jazz band. I tried to transcribe it, once. And now I have it.

And now I'm not in jazz band.

It's okay. I just jammed out with a friend for the first time in a long time. I'd never really played with him before, but it was going good places. We wrote a song. It's a goofy little song about... relationships. Or, a relationship. A certain type. Not a real relationship. And the frustration associated with said non-relationship. It's light and energetic. It's fun.

I also wrote another song. More or less a stream-of-consciousness experiment. It turned out well, I think. I rhymed it as much as I could. I think I'm being so clever. Oh well. I'm anxious about that one. I hope it's as good as I think I think it is. It was a good reason to be inspired.

It has not been my week.

But we're getting a band together. I'm excited. Or we're talking about getting a band together. I'm still pretty excited.

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Cam said…

You are welcome.

April 16, 2009 at 9:33 PM

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