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It's about time, I guess.
I hope you'll all forgive me (what, all two of you who read this?) if I say I haven't felt much like updating the ol' LJ since the last time I updated. It was kind of heavy. And now, every time I go to write something here, I feel like whatever I write gets far too depressing far too quickly. So... I've just not done it. Whatever. But here, ( Read more... ) -
Three thousand, four hundred and thirty three words about a great loss and Church.
N.B.: I wrote this on Sunday, but I delayed posting it until now because I didn’t want anyone from the MacEwan crew to find this before they’d been told about its contents in person. I think the timing will be okay now, though; at least, I hope so. I apologise in advance if this entry feels like a nine-foot Steinway falling on your head. Call me ( Read more... ) -
Hello, my name is Erincraig, and I'm a jazzhole.
...but it's okay, guys, really! It's all for the love of latin jazz, left-hand tumbao, and piano technique that I will never, ever, have even in a million years of practicing eighty-seven hours a day. I'm speaking, of course, about Michel Camilo, who I saw at the Regattabar last night.
( Overheard after the first tune: 'Say, this pianist is pretty good, huh?' ) -
The chai coffee at 9:30 was a bad idea.
I can't sleep, so I'm going to write on the internet. Makes sense to me, guys.
( First order of business: RANT. ) -
It's not Thanksgiving, but what the hell.
So. The beginning of the summer saw a lot of me moping over various different things - actually, it was mostly one thing, to be honest. A few weeks ago, I decided that I was done with the moping, because, to be honest again, moping is no fun. I began to compile a list of why I shouldn't mope - i.e. reasons that my life is pretty sweet - and I ( Read more... ) -
Hi.
Photos, as promised...
I played a gig in Canmore, as I told you a couple of entries ago. It was in June, but it was awesome fun, especially since I haven't played the trumpet in like a year... ha.
I went fishing with Mason. We decided to take advantage of "Fish Without a Licence" weekend and use that as an excuse to go sit by a beautiful lake ( Read more... ) -
I cannot. (Warning: emo ahead.)
I cannot stop being angry with the boy who made me furious and indignant and miserable at the beginning of the summer. Every time I think of him, and every time something random reminds me of him, I get angry. When I get angry, I get sad, and then I end up being in a foul mood for the entirety of the day. (This means I must avoid ice cream and ( Read more... ) -
Hello again!
To those of you who sit on the edge of your seats day after day waiting for me to update my LJ, I'm sorry for letting you down. I've been far too emo over a couple of things these past few weeks to write on LJ, to be honest. The way I see it, there is already far too much emo LJ writing going on in this world, so I definitely do not need to add ( Read more... ) -
In the land of seven-digit dialing...
...this is where I am. We dial with seven digits here. It's far more efficient when phoning people (yes, "to phone" is a verb) because you don't have to remember so much ( Read more... ) -
The school, it has ended.
Today, I had my last events of Berklee-related things for the semester! Although the week began with a bit of a shaky start, it ended wonderfully. I aced (read: fluked) my proficiency (which for GMac kids is like a scale jury and rep jury all rolled into one, and for non GMac kids, it's your final playing test), did well on my written exams, got ( Read more... )