Whatever

Sorry. The format is obviously not keeping me updating as frequently as I would have liked, so I'll use it as an admirable default to what will now just be a blog of no particular category. Because I mainly wanted to jot down my dream last night... no theme here.

I was at an audition for a paying company's season for next year, and I had to have both a song and a monologue. I had neither of these things for some reason, and as I was digging frantically through my bag for something to sing or say, they called my name.

I went up and just started singing random lyrics that came to my head, and somehow there was an a cappella choral accompaniment. But seriously, this music was... RIDICULOUS. Incredible. I couldn't believe I was creating it on the spot. Everything I thought to do was amazing. I was so moved by the music I was making.

As for the monologue, I spoke the lyrics to some other song... and the dream sort of trailed off from there. But that music had me floored. I woke up and couldn't replicate it if I tried. Maybe one day...

Edit: I've discovered what a harmonizer is and I want one because I think that is what was playing in my dream. I guess it's a little less romantic to think a machine created the music rather than inspired spectral muses, but whatever.

Things I want, Episode I

Hello there nobody.

I figure once I prove to myself I can actually keep up with this thing, then I'll start promoting it among friends or elsewhere, but until then, I just need to write in it.

Sooo, yeah today is Friday, technically food day, but not having time to post a "Things I Want" post yesterday, I figured in the spirit of the theme, I'd post it today anyway. Because I want to.

So there's Thing #1- To do what I want, when I want, where, etc. Second order of business.

*Disclaimer: These are in no particular order. Or maybe some subconscious, psychological order that will reveal itself through time, so if you feel so inclined, you can untangle that web. Knock yourself out.

#2 A Dartboard
Not just any dartboard. A classy, traditional dartboard, you know with the wooden doors, squishy fuzz and the real, lethal darts. Like the ones they have at most bars in Bloomington. None of that plastic, bendy bullshit. I'll play that, but I find it much more satisfying to pull a dart out of that squishy stuff than to struggle for 5 minutes with the little plastic knobby target, breaking off plastic tips all over the place. I'd be okay losing with real darts and keeping score on a badass chalkboard. This way, every game is different, imperfect, and after a pitcher or two of beer, more interesting. I have the perfect place for this dartboard in my basement. Problem with this is, my basement sees zero to no action, and I wonder if the dartboard would reach its potential... But that's not what this is about. How many of the things we want actually get used when we finally get them? Not many. But in conclusion, darts are sweet.

Ok so I'm done for today. Sorry if I wrote about everything I wanted, I'd have quite an encyclopedia. Don't have time for that shit.

Ciao!

Folk me, baby, one more time.

Pandora.com

Aaand I basically might as well have failed all of my classes by now because of it.

Although the lilting transcendent folk eminating from my Fleet Foxes radio station has been quite the loyal friend for the past few months- to accompany my seasonal depression and quarter-life crises- I figured it was about time to create a new station.

*Now, not having blogged much up until this point, it must be known that I have a nasty habit of scouring the iTunes music store for hours on end, clicking away at the genius suggestions, "people also bought" columns and spotlight playlists until I find I've created a substantial "wish list" playlist that ends up containing 30 or so music samples I'll most likely never buy. However, I get excited by the prospect of things, dragging classes, clothing, books, music, or art to aptly named "carts", digital containers of which I have accumulated an unhealthy amount over all too many websites.

But I digress... It must have been one of my wishlists, WL5_09 or something like that, that I stored away this gem of a artist. Lucy Wainwright Roche has this haunting quality to her voice that tugged at my eardrums right from the 30-second sample. Her song, "Bridge" floats around this catchy/ pleasant/ dreamy/ folky chorus that, against the meloncholy of the lyrics stabs me with the masochistic pleasure of lost love. Her Pandora station has welcomed in some equally folksy, innocent, "kumbaya"-esque artists that I can't seem to shake an affinity for. Not to mention she's a half-sibling of music GOD Rufus Wainwright, for whom she's also sung backup vocals, so she was in my favor before I even knew her name.

This might be a sufficient length for a post. Until then my imaginary followers, I bid you adieu.

Possible Structure for this page

Each day could have a theme...

Sunday: Personal day
I will write about a memory or idea or person or concept from my past that I never logged. There are plenty of those.

Monday: Media day
Write about something going on in the real world, or history, or something pertinent... though I have trouble focusing on things that actually matter. Forgive me if this day sucks. This day could also be used for movie, television, or book reviews... considering I ever find the time to engage in the consumption of such things.

Tuesday: Music day
Keep tabs on all the music I'm listening to and interested in lately...

Wednesday: Design day
Find art that I like and talk about it and wish about things like my dream houses, cool architecture, design shit, etc....

Thursday: Things I want
I will compile a list throughout the week... Im never short of ideas for this.

Friday: Food Day... This I guess will be the central day. Restaurant favorites, recipes, grocery lists. It'll be swell. I probably wouldn't normally write this day... let's be honest. However, if food is the theme, I might actually remember.

Saturday: Recuperate.

We'll see.. just an idea.

Today is a Chick-Fil-A Sandwich

Reluctant going into it, but surprisingly satisfying...

Oklahoma first run thru today- went swimmingly! Had coffee, talked too much backstage, but ultimately felt good and had fun!  

Class canceled tomorrow!  Only have to be somewhere at 2:30.  Can you believe that? Then rehearsal at night, but otherwise no big deal.  Gym time anyone?  Yes. Necessary.

Scheduling for classes.  Same sad story.  Never know what I wanna do... pigeon-holed by other requirements.  I'm never gonna figure this shit out.