Smarts and Other
The days are filled with too much misery and not enough mayhem. This semester is truly testing my skills in paying attention and focusing. All me dear friends are out karaoke-ing countless times a week whilst i sit at home attempting to understand Logic proofs. One week until freedom. I'll have about three months (and only one class!) of MUSIC and DRINKING.
Canada is really shaping up. Songs are finally getting vocals. My friend Amy has finally joined the Canadian ranks and put down some nice cello parts last week. Her cello instructor listened to what we were doing and is also joining the ranks and will be INVALUABLE with helping us write harmonies and cello parts.
Along with my newly rediscovered love of Smashing Pumpkins has also come an addiction to their history. Billy Corgan has been posting huge biographical pieces on HIS WEBSITE recording everything from pre-Pumpkins time in Florida 1988, post-Mellon Collie madness, to even bizarre yet amazingly detailed and fascinating childhood memories. This has become a sort of soap opera for me that i cannot get enough of. When i was growing up, listening to Siamese Dream 100 times a day, i used to dream about what his life was like growing up, the moments that led to this amazing music that i had fallen in love with, making up my own memories, like when he met D'arcy for the first time etc. etc. etc. I know this may seem kind of strange to some of you, but those of you who have been madly in love with music or a band at one point or another in your life will probably understand this and not rush to the phone to call the mental institution. Anyway, it's really fascinating stuff and anyone who was a fan of these guys would probably greatly enjoy hearing all the things that happened to make what was to become one of the greatest rock bands of the 90s. I can't even begin to imagine living through what this guy has lived through.
He also has his own MySpace, which is pretty interesting.
Then, of course, there is THIS.
Other than that, i've been devoting what other free time i have to daydreaming about ping-pong, night dreaming about giant spider demons in caves of fire and dismembered floating hands, watching VH1's Alternative (Sundays, Wednesdays and Thursdays 11pm), eating toast, and trying to decipher just exactly what it is that makes The Wise so effing cute.
In this book i'm reading, the entire population of 17th century London (i believe) has the same recurring dream for 33 consecutive days. In the dream, they are on a rust red plain under a pale golden sky and they are building a large black tower. Every night they return to this dream and wake up the next day completely exhausted. The dream doesn't end until, on the 33rd night, they finish building the tall black tower. They never again have the dream and it is never explained.
I just think that is incredible.
Canada is really shaping up. Songs are finally getting vocals. My friend Amy has finally joined the Canadian ranks and put down some nice cello parts last week. Her cello instructor listened to what we were doing and is also joining the ranks and will be INVALUABLE with helping us write harmonies and cello parts.
Along with my newly rediscovered love of Smashing Pumpkins has also come an addiction to their history. Billy Corgan has been posting huge biographical pieces on HIS WEBSITE recording everything from pre-Pumpkins time in Florida 1988, post-Mellon Collie madness, to even bizarre yet amazingly detailed and fascinating childhood memories. This has become a sort of soap opera for me that i cannot get enough of. When i was growing up, listening to Siamese Dream 100 times a day, i used to dream about what his life was like growing up, the moments that led to this amazing music that i had fallen in love with, making up my own memories, like when he met D'arcy for the first time etc. etc. etc. I know this may seem kind of strange to some of you, but those of you who have been madly in love with music or a band at one point or another in your life will probably understand this and not rush to the phone to call the mental institution. Anyway, it's really fascinating stuff and anyone who was a fan of these guys would probably greatly enjoy hearing all the things that happened to make what was to become one of the greatest rock bands of the 90s. I can't even begin to imagine living through what this guy has lived through.
He also has his own MySpace, which is pretty interesting.
Then, of course, there is THIS.
Other than that, i've been devoting what other free time i have to daydreaming about ping-pong, night dreaming about giant spider demons in caves of fire and dismembered floating hands, watching VH1's Alternative (Sundays, Wednesdays and Thursdays 11pm), eating toast, and trying to decipher just exactly what it is that makes The Wise so effing cute.
In this book i'm reading, the entire population of 17th century London (i believe) has the same recurring dream for 33 consecutive days. In the dream, they are on a rust red plain under a pale golden sky and they are building a large black tower. Every night they return to this dream and wake up the next day completely exhausted. The dream doesn't end until, on the 33rd night, they finish building the tall black tower. They never again have the dream and it is never explained.
I just think that is incredible.