… I think it’s pretty cool that I teach things as disparate as
Music theory, about Harmony, and Wagner, and
African Music and some Dance
Category Archives: African Music
African Music
do something yourself
yeah…. ‘steada depending on others to provide YOUR opportunities for stimulation (and money,) not to mention livelihood, that is, adhd-high-stimulation,
do it your fuckin self.
why have I so often just opted to find something that’s awesome enough, and just BE part of it, rather than MAKING one myself….
given, I haven’t done this when there IS no “thing” in a given area, I HAVE gone and made my own in said cases.
perhaps I should ALWAYS do this.
self-helping inDEed
drumset…
I’m increasingly interested in playing drumset (in my way) on cool music only,
that is,
things Brazilian, African, and a little Jazzy too.
Music and In the Moment
I almost feel sorry for people who can’t be in the moment enough to totally love playing and listening to wonderful (Brazilian in this case) music so much that it is life, pure joy, right now, never before, never after, always now.
ain’t necessarily an endorphins thing, though they seem to do this sometimes also.
just an in the moment thing.
and a love harmony and rhythm (or melody) thing.
Guess I’m just lucky, and man life would suck if this wasn’t enough.
me blessed.
yay music.
WHAT others appreciate about you
trying to control WHAT others appreciate about you is one thing.
but believing that you don’t deserve appreciation simply for normal human qualities is QUITE another, particularly if it causes to try to control what others appreciate about you.
it might even lead you to not present yourself for a great many experiences, because you think that all you have to offer is being abnormal, extreme, crazy, weird, special, different. (it’s not like people didn’t make me feel guilty for being normal as a child, nor appreciate me only when I was special and different (they did, and they did, nor is it like many of my interests genuinely were and ARE in things that are less common and normal than some.)
…
PARTY!!!!! #JamesBrownisGOD
JAM
Thought of The Day, re: James Brown.
James Brown is God.
drowning out awful and loud music
that moment when you are at a loud late-night dimly lit coffeehouse, and they are playing some awful LOUD, that is, AWFUL “AND” LOUD, music, and you are BLASTING James Brown in your headphones…
sex machine at 37:49. BRIDGE (THE BOMB) at
40:18, REALLY at 40:28, and LOVE the (french?) Broad at 41:00
CALARTS I LOVE YA!
CALARTS I LOVE YA!
that is all.
I always think I can handle so much more
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.