Blog blog blog. Who really cares besides me? Anyway, I hate writing. boring, unless I'm deep into a story and cranking away and really only writing. Still boring - and tiring! - but at least then gratifying. You sit down, you see results. That simple.
I am tempted almost to write about my personal life here. It's just - well, I lived it. do I want to recount it now? Isn't that a waste of time, rephrased, a waste of opportunity that now, this moment, I could be doing something else? Fresh, new, unknown, unlike a rehash of yesterday's band concerts, piano playing -unfortunately I still think it sounds better when I'm playing it, dinner with friends at a Thai place, etc. Phone calls. Fill in the blanks.
Each day I play the piano I get better. so what I want to have is an affair with an Aries woman (per Chaim) who wants to come over and play the piano. Like today, I played the melody line of a Led Zepplin song, the first little bit. They did not write that melody. It is a much older melody, very beautiful, the work of many hands. It was old when it got to Willie Dixon.
I had a teacher who said you could get an A two ways. Either the paper everyone writes all the time, but do it better, or write a new one. Zep is the first example - all great bands start there, and morph to the second. Gotta go, gonna put on Jumping Jack Flash, live c 1973 and see what it sounds like.
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