1. they are SUPPOSED to by about my percussion ensemble
BOORBAAR, and our crazed rhythms.
2. they are in fact very few as of yet, the posts.
3. they have so far been about things seemingly unrelated yet which are actually “connected” to boorbaar, but in way likely only obvious to me.
bear with me on that.
ok, what the fuck possessed me last night? get this:
1. first I stayed up till like 4:15am wednesday morning, and from 10:30 pm till 2am, wrote crazy music.
2. 7 hours sleep, and at 3pm I drove like 45 miles. I then tried to get health insurance. ….
3. I then drove 20 more miles and played African music for 2.5 hours, and sweated profusely and WAS getting cardio. OOH yeah>
4. I then ACTUALLY thought that I’d have enough energy to drive 65 miles AND “THEN” KEEP WORKING ON MUSIC till 2am.
I even drank coffee. yet I was yawning a lot.
5. I drove the 65 miles, got home, was a pile, and passed out with the lights on.
6. I then SLEPT THROUGH PILATES this morning…
what the hell was I thinking, and why, as always, am I “THIS” out of touch with my body and what it/I can handle?
it’s like I
m 6 years old and think I’m immortal and am surprised when I get tired ever.
this some kinda guy thing?
what else is it too?
balls.
all of a sudden I’m playing African music HERE, and THERE, and M T W and S TOO. MY MY. and I TEACH it this summer TOO! YAA
if I’m not proverbially warmed up (Highly Stimulated, I mean)
I can’t really do much, other than attempt to become so.
like when you are hungry, or sleepy, the best thing to do is eat and sleep.
I bear this in mind.
I must bear this in mind.
it’s pretty hard to be motivated, to get moving with something, if you are simply cold and your proverbial engine has no umph or anything yet….
you must use “something” that DOES get you going…
drumming in a non lame way with people who are extreme does this, as do some other things, mostly physical…
perhaps this is why people exercise first thing?
but alas, Pilates in the morning doesn’t really do it…
something, something ELSE may… CARDIO…. a cool kind…
the kind that HOTTENS. …
African Dance in the Morning, perhaps.
this perhaps is why ROBERT WILSON (he made Einstein on the Beach) taught MOVEMENT THERAPY for Hyperactive Children, after which they COULD concentrate better on “mundane” things.
THIS is the way!
how long have we (I) known this and yet I still fail most of the time to achieve it? I am addicted to LOW GRADE STIMULATION. DOWN WITH FACEBOOK!
Thought of the Day:
facebook is garbage, as are other things.
I played music for 5 hours today.
I have like no desire to post all manner of facebook crap.
perhaps I should do more “substantive things”, they seem more satiating.
the music I played was rhythmically insane, stimulating, and long-lasting, not to mention exhausting merely from STANDING that long… yes, I stand drumming in this group
boy, I will say that NOT BOTHERING to do things…
certainly explains why they aren’t happening.
remember this if you self-sabotage, and then one day find yourself noticing that your life seems very lacking, either by your own standards (possibly too high), and/or by comparison to others (which ain’t really something you should do…)
fucks sake, if kids don’t wanna sit still, then FUCKS’S SAKE, LET EM RUN THE FUCK AROUND for a while! SHIT!
dogs have to get walked, and they too need to run around.
why the fuck would you deny people something they need, which is ENOUGH FUCKING STIMULATION? SHEESH!
1. I like proverbial Librarians instead of clerks.
2. I want to know HOW and WHY, not just what.
can’t fathom life being as meaningful, or even meaningful at all, with the HOW and the WHY. (mother describes life without them as
incomplete.”)
very similar to being
3. A HUNTER instead of a Farmer in the THOM HARTMANN’s HUNTER/FARMER PARADIGM (look it up.)
yes, yes sir-ee
I met at least two, maybe three people last weekend that I might wish to hear my music if they can.
here some of it is:
there are so very many things I could and would and should and will do, every single day, if only I could would should START and FINISH them
one tip is to somehow avoid the internet at the start of the day…
a second might be to do something which is stimulating, to you, before
the internet arrives.