Happy/Merry Xmas Eve, folks.
After many weather adventures I am HOME in Illinois, and I HATE driving (in the winter). It is quite nice to be home for the first time in kind of a while. On the most positive note possible, I am sleeping really really well, and often. Basically every night for 8 or more hours, plus any time I sit down to read leads to me passing out for a good hour or more, sometimes with drool. The only downside to sleeping so well would be dreams in which I am back in Stroud Auditorium and they’re making me sing in a musical and I forget the words right before I have to go out. I get a similar dream premise more often than I think is healthy, and I suspect it’s directly related to the anxiety making me question my memorization of Bach. Or that one time in madrigals when I never learned the words to Flaming Pudding. I hate dreams. Why can’t I still have dreams about sitting down to dinner to eat spiders?! I can tolerate that kind of dream. You hear that, subconscious mind?!
I am so glad the semester is over. And I would lament and whine about the fact that another one is just around the corner, but I only realized yesterday that I am one quarter of the way through my masters. Might as well start sooner and get it over with fast, right? Or whatever.
More reflection, and stuff, later.
There is this band, this weird and amazing math rock band, called Battles. And their guitarist/vocalist is the song of experimental jazz musician Anthony Braxton, the dude my sister has been touring around parts of the U.S. and Europe with in the last couple years. And, oh my shit.
It’s even better live.
One thing I love more than almost anything is for a traditional setting four-piece band to be able to sit down and play with computers and pedals and samplers in real-time. Yeah!!