tell me your stories, tell me about yourselves.
your ups and downs.
I’m here, let’s connect.
hmmm…
tell me your stories, tell me about yourselves.
your ups and downs.
I’m here, let’s connect.
… seems a little difficult to connect to other ADHD people on facebook whom I don’t already know, as the association, on facebook and others’s part, of the term “disease” with it is MOST off-putting.
I one sure way to enrage me like you have NEVER seen is to imply that I have a disease because I am more energetic than you.
breathes deeply while frowning…
that’s the polite version. I nearly said 6 or seven examples of adjectives of which I am “better at” and “more of” than the proverbial “you.”
…
sometimes I wonder, if the western idea (there are other versions of it elsewhere in the world, yes)
but I wonder if the western idea of success…
is in fact imperialistic, overarching, conquering, violent, and unnecessary.
and that perhaps getting by with less than everything, and simply being happy, you know, and ENJOYING LIFE… matter more.
it is always through the graces of some very kind people that I come to such thoughts.
Tagged African Music because it was the kindness of many Africans at an “African Contributions to Kern County CA” conference (at which I (and some African friends) was playing (yes, African) music at , that led to these thoughts.
and the fact that in general, I think Africans more often have got this down…, that is, being in the moment, and enjoying life now.
is that racist? 😉 no.
nothin like staying up till 6am drumming
driving to bakersfield ca, 132 miles.
being tired as fuck even WITH coffee, and hearing,
on their sound system here,
“My Jelly Roll Soul” by that great Charles Mingus, with my headphones OFF, since THEY are playing it.
nice.
(they are starbucks, perchance.)
I think intelligence is sexy. as long as they are nice people too.
I was recently notified of potential aspects of the upcoming star wars films that make a friend of mine “nervous.”
as of today…
they are making me nervous too.
and like that—-
“oh god… I’m in the grips of it… .caring about fictional characters again.” …
it’s almost a game…
increasing my friend count to 1365 (or whatever it happens to be)
and then-
knowing that several recent acquisitions are not friends of friends, or some other form people “people who don’t know THE REAL me, in REAL REAL life”
…
WAITING for them to get offended and unfriend me.
meanwhile, I got work to do.
#facebookiskinda’stupid
omg dude…
hearing some music, a stready stream of unbroken fast 16th notes,
in groups of
6 followed by 4.
that is
onetwothreefourfivesixonetwothreefour
dotted quarter- quarter, that is.
5/8.
and yet…
I was playing triplets over it, three to a phrase…
which…. at least at this fast tempo…
is “so close to being the same…”
that it’s just trippy.
try this.
you are inclined to play
dotted 8th, dotted 8th (123 123)
then quarter (1234)
but, if you play THREE EVEN notes instead….
it is very close to being the same.
trippy.
“No Artist Tolerates Reality.”
-Nietzsche.
you got THAT right.