i'm a gee

everyone knows this. i just wanted to make sure your doubts are hereby eliminated. thus...word up.

so i finally found an apartment. it's nice and convenient, and comes with a refrigerator! i'll be in next friday, so ya'll should stop by and bring your favorite bottle. def.

so i'm listening to shostakovich's piano concerto #1 in c minor, op. 35 - 2. lento and i'm all at once jealous of and intimidated by my brother; no, dmitri and i are not related. the thing is, when i first started realizing how talented he was/is, i was way too messed up to admit it, let alone congratulate or encourage him. the reason i'm now fully aware of this, i think, is that it was because of my brother that i even heard of shostakovich, among the veritable cornucopia of music i've picked up from him over the years. and not only can i totally picture him playing this piece, i can see him composing something as or more amazing. hmmm...

i think i need to practice. apples and oranges are drums and piano, but nevertheless i need more fruit in my diet.

this is it...

the first day of the rest of my...week. and i can only hope it gets better from here.

in fact, i'm surprisingly optimistic considering my present circumstances, some of which some of you are aware, and some not; but in any case i feel good. i've reconnected with an old friend, something that's been long over due, and rekindled with unflagging speed a flame that never really went out. it's strange to think that the "full circle theory," which has recently been used to explain our "eternal universe," might very well apply to our daily lives and relationships. which isn't to say it's repetitive, but that it gives opportunity to reunite, resume, and rewrite an otherwise sloppy ending.

so i have 577.6mb left on my iPod and am pretty happy with my collection, however far from satisfied. with the latest additions being ravel plays ravel, ravel: complete works for solo piano, shostakovich - the jazz album (thanks drew), and goodie mob's complete discography, i now ask myself the question: why don't i ever have anything to listen to? i mean, once i get frustrated enough to put all 4433 songs on shuffle i like everything that ques, but damned if i can't rely on my own judgement to enjoy my music.

dammit.

tonight's not the night...

i used to make bets with my self, but i'd always lose
i used to be pro-choice 'til i gave up my right to choose
i used to walk the walk 'til i gave up my walking shoes
for combat boots; we're not fighting a war,
we're fighting to be on the evening news
i wanna abuse my rights - i wanna refuse to fight
ever since i got this freedom-of-speech thing down
i've been alright -
but tonight's not the night, or tomorrow night either
so why don't we take a breather with this bottle of ether
and we'll see a lot clearer and feel a hellofalot nearer
to the big guy with the beard and see that there's nothing to fear
now wait right here and i'll grab us a couple more beers
and we'll cheers to many more years left to laugh through the tears