And I will wear that dress.

Today was a good day. We got to jam. And it was a string of three or four songs that we just pulled out of the air in all kinds of styles. It felt good. I soloed on clarinet for one of them. That felt good. I haven't been able to really do any real improvisation like that in such a long time. And despite all the squeaks and fumbles, well, I don't even know how to describe the feeling. Well, maybe I could take a shot at it.

It was bliss.

It's funny how easily those things will come back to you. Then we goofed around and pulled out as many covers as we could. From Jason Mraz to Sixpence None the Richer to poorly constructed originals, we were an unstoppable wave of musical fun. Playing music is so therapeutic.

There's a feeling you get when you play with other musicians and you all click. Everything just works. Everybody feels everyone else and there's this vibe that goes through the room. It's such an incredible feeling, this musical synchronicity. It's impossible to explain. It has to be felt and experienced. It's spiritual. Harmony.

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Cam said…

I missed it. :*C

July 24, 2009 at 4:44 PM

Side effects include constant irritability, being an ass.

It was a typical day in MUS 307 . A typical day where nobody pays attention to anything the professor talks about. A day where people play shitty flash games instead of take notes. A day where people sit and refresh their Facebook newsfeed instead of follow the slides. A day where people roll their eyes and go to sleep instead of listen to the music examples. A day where people get up and leave ten minutes before lecture ends instead of having the God damn decency to stay the whole time and pretend to be interested. I mean, if you're going to be so unaffected by the music we're studying in class then why the fuck did you take the class in the first place? Fuck it makes me mad. And I haven't even started talking about that fucker who sits in the back and tries to whistle along with every song that gets played in class. Alright, dude, we get it: you are just too cool and you know everything about jazz, ever. You know every standard ever written and everybody's so...

No, Holmes, no!

All I ever think about these days is how much I have to/want to study. I hope that's not how I have a good time, now. Would I rather go hang out with peeps or would I rather sit in and study? It is a difficult question to answer. Just a couple more days and then I can focus all my energy on the next greatest idea I've ever had: iconic detectives and sharks.

Pseudo-science (like psych).

I consider myself a man of science. I try to approach problems and deal with them logically, using observations previously recorded to handle new problems. So of course my interest was piqued when someone I knew posited that men are needier and more complicated than women. An interesting theory. But to properly examine it, one must understand the concept of sexual selection and its two aspects: male competition and female choice. Which brings us to point one: men are needier [in relationships] than women. This is true. In a natural/primal setting, the males are generally love-'em-leave-'em kinds of guys. Their main objective is to reproduce as much as they can. Humans, in their infinite wisdom, have decreased the emphasis on this to the point where it has become a footnote in male purpose. Civilization dictates that, instead of finding a partner for the sole purpose of reproduction, males find females for life companionship. With the effective removal of their natur...

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