Where to begin today…it’s one of those days where I feel like it was split into so many parts and was, like, three or fours days in one. And I was home all day! How does *that* happen? Not really sure.
So, the Ho was showing me this crazy-ass dance video, or several of them, that were this TV show in the 80s in Italy where they lip-synced American pop songs and danced to them…well, they all look like they’re on freaking cocaine and the probably all were. They’re amazing. And crazy. Anyway, there was some ballet on the show too, they used dancers with actual training it turns out, and there was some Tchaikovsky playing in on of the numbers, so of course I’m listening to some of that Russian motherfucker right now. Also…I use way too many commas in my blogs. Have you ever noticed that? I do.
Sometimes.
Man, it’s Swan Lake playing right now, and it’s at the part in the final number where the sun rises. Gets me every time, yo. Every time.
Oh, and I’m writing this on my computer tonight for god knows why. I was here, I suppose 😛 Fascinating insight. I know.
Now we’re onto Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons. Nothin but the HITS tonight!
So yeah…weird day. I suppose it was because I was tired – I set some goals and hit some of them, but not all of them. I did what I *needed* to, but I could have got myself a bit ahead and didn’t. Alas. Or Atlas. Which is what I thought I typed for a second.
I guess the reason I feel so discombobulated is because when I ease off of hitting a goal I’d like to hit in a day because I know I don’t *have* to get it done…well, that’s procrastinating, right? It’s a form of self-sabotage and I don’t trust it. But, at the same time, I know it’s also because I didn’t stick to my PLAN. And that’s also not good either, you know? I wish I was more flexible and easy-going when it came to changing the “plan.”
The violin solo on this Vivaldi piece right now is friggin crazy. So fast. It’s one of the “Winter in F” pieces. It’s weird that they used to name songs with the key that they’re played in, right? Or are there just a bunch of different versions of each of these compositions that are played in any number of keys and I’m just showing my ignorance right now?
And now we’ve moved onto Max Richter’s Recomposed, which is a modern take on Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. It’s sooooo gooooood. I definitely like *some* modern compositions. Or composers. Max Richter would definitely be one of them. I wonder if he’s ever playing in LA any time soon…
Liz and I also watched Trainwreck today when we took our meal breaks together. That’s something we should do more often. It’s just that our days don’t always time out together. Oh! And this is the other thing that was smack dab in the middle of my day, which definitely helped in giving it that “thrown-off” feeling: we had an inspector come to our building and so I had to chaperone her through. That took a chunk of time right before lunch. Didn’t have to thrown things off, but I let it.
Anywho…we shrug this off, guys as we have so many, many times before and we re-focus on tomorrow. That’s the beauty of these blog entries…I can complain and feel bad about something here, put it in writing, and then let that shit go like Elsa. That movie ruined that phrase forever, we all realize that, right? No one can ever say “let it go” any more. It’s been taken from us.
Seriously, this Recomposed shit is so goddamn fucking good. Go buy it immediately. I just did. And the import version from Germany, too, with the much cooler cover artwork. Very happy with myself right now.
See…I knew that if I listened to music tonight while I wrote this entry that it’d get me all fired up. Right now we’re listening to “Summer 1″ which is a fucking freight train. Giving me goosebumps and shit. I just got that thing where it makes my whole body shiver. It always starts on my arms which get goosebumps and then it goes up to the top of my head and then down the rest of my body in waves. I’m told that makes me a synesthete. I feel music physically. I remember once in high school when I was in choir…I know, jesus, I definitely realize how gd nerdy and horribly lame that sounds, but it’s true, I was…so there I was in choir with pimples covering my face and we were doing ‘O, Holy night!” for a christmas concert and we hit that high note, you know, the “fall on your knees” part…jesus, it just gets worse doesn’t it? let’s keep it moving…we hit that belting note really well that night, perfectly in harmony and the acoustics where we were made it REALLY land and I felt like I was flying. And I mean literally; my stomach dropped out and I had to steady myself on the person next to me who probably thought I was drunk.
This whole “listening” to music doesn’t get quite that powerful, but it’s close. And no need to be dirty; it doesn’t feel like an orgasm or anything like that. It’s definitely different. It’s something that goes up and down my skin for some reason. And in my head. Sparks in my head, too. I can’t tell you how much I love the feeling, and how lucky I feel to feel it. It’s made music a very, very important part of my life, and I can’t imagine being without it.
Anyway…good night. It’s time for sleep…tomorrow work, and then it’s up north for Ryan. I’m coming buddy! Can’t wait to see ya! 🙂
Artwork tonight is from Melissa McCracken and it’s called “David Bowie – Life on Mars”