Back home

Could it be?! My third post?! IT IS!

Well, this weekend, I’m back home, or at least, visiting my parents in Halifax. I believe its good to get out of your university/college dorm regularly, or else the alcohol and drunken idiots begin to convince you that drinking away your tuition money is a good idea. I’m going to spend the weekend practicing my songs for Combo and Improv lab. I know I’m not a good Jazz Bassist, but I’ll work on it all weekend, dammit. It’s not just that I have to do well playing the jazz music, but I have to memorize these songs, and I can do that. It’s just that when I play infront of people…I choke up hardcore with jazz. I was comftorble playing punk rock music, I was confident, I wanted to play infront of more people. Now, when I play infront of people, it’s for academic reasons, and I choke up. It’s frightening. I feel like I know nothing in front of everyone else. Well, with combo, I think my combo-mates are aware of that. With Improv Lab, it’ll be my first time playing, and it all has to be memorized. FML!

On a happier note, every other class is going well. English is chills, Structure of music is really laid-back and easy, Jazz history…is interesting. I still need CDs for that class. Really soon. Bass master class is not as intimidating as I thought. It’s really just there to correct your form. Rhythm section master class is essentially watching 4th years play and then get ripped to shreds. Haha. Well, I guess I won’t find it funny when It’s my turn. When or if that will happen, I’m not sure. Anyways, them be my classes.

This is a song by The Smashing Pumpkins. I find it really catchy, musically, but I also find Billy Corgan’s writing to be so poetic.

Cupid hath pulled back hi sweethearts bow
To cast divine arrows into her soul
To grab her attention swift and quick
Or morrow the marrow of her bones be thick
With turpentine kisses and mistaken blows

See the devil may do as the devil may care
He loves none sweeter as sweeter the dare
Her mouth the mischief he doth seek
Her heart the captive of which he speaks
So note all ye lovers in love with the sound
Your world be shattered with nary a note
Of one cupids arrow under your coat

And in the land of star crossed lovers
And barren hearted wanderers
Forever lost in forsaken missives and satans pull
We seek the unseekable and we speak the unspeakable
Our hopes dead gathering dust to dust
In faith, in compassion, and in love