Operation: Rock a Packed Room With My MJ Band was a complete success.

It wasn't until yesterday that I really understood that the guy who produced/arranged for Michael Jackson's Off the Wall and Thriller albums also did the arrangements and conducted the band for Sinatra at the Sands. Holy crap, Quincy Jones is my hero.

Well, I got into another argument about religion on the internet. If anyone's interested, here's my thoughts on why using religion as an argument is not effective and gets people mad ( Read more... )

I only seem to post here really early in the morning, when I should be asleep, but tomorrow is a snow day so I figure I have a bit of time and might as well ( Read more... )

I find myself filled with the desire to write a whole bunch of essays about how stuff works. Topics like science, music, quantum mechanics, arguing and why people are so bad at it, science vs. religion, that sort of stuff ( Read more... )

I'm in Montana, on my way from Vancouver to Toronto. It's been a pretty drive so far. Maybe I'll stop by mount rushmore on my way?

Playing Rock Band for a week has got me thinking about pop music. I'm starting to wonder whether jazz has lost something by not having the sort of ostinato lines you often find in rock music. Maybe I'll try working that into tunes I write. Then again, that's more an arrangement thing than composition, but I like arrangement too.

Between the catholic church's handling of the child abuse cases and this article: http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/12/03/bo-tax-backlash/ , I'm becoming convinced that no group, no matter how good they claim their cause is, has any sort of real ( Read more... )

Everything has disappeared off my LJ friends page. I'm not sure what happened, but everything is gone. It won't let me look at previous entries, and there are no new entries. There's just... nothing.

I'm not sure what's happening, or how to fix it.

In an interesting twist of fate, the first project I did for my first year composition course has become my final project in my fourth year composition course. Irony, thy name is My Life.

It turned out well, though. Very late, but good.