Monthly Archives: October 2005

Music Is The Only Thing

I was­n’t plan­ning on writ­ing until next Monday, but I can’t seem to get away from this.

With the falling tem­per­a­tures come late morn­ings. Stepping out­side ear­li­er, the sky was still dimmed with the street lamps on from the pre­vi­ous night. It felt like the sun had already set, and it was only going to get dark­er. I was in the mood for some jazz, so I fid­get­ed on my iPod until I found a Duke Ellington col­lec­tion. Unfortunately, most of it is com­prised of big band swing songs, fast mov­ing, major keys, a sound that did­n’t quite match the mood. I set­tled on Going Up, a calm pro­gres­sive jazz piece fea­tur­ing brush­es instead of drum sticks, har­mon mutes in the trum­pets, and Les Spann on flute. Four years of pri­vate lessons, with four dif­fer­ent bands in high-school, have made me appre­ci­ate the pol­ished, round­ness of his sound. He trav­els chro­mat­i­cal­ly with utter smooth­ness on the wood­wind, and unlike on the piano, which the fin­gers can move across in one sweep­ing motion, each note is played with a seem­ing­ly ran­dom com­bi­na­tion of fin­gers. In his head, he’s four bars ahead of his fin­gers, allow­ing his into­na­tion remain pre­cise with each pur­pose­ful note.

Sometimes it feels like music is the only thing that can bring out my emo­tions again. Most of them have been replaced by sim­ple deter­mi­na­tion. Everything is busi­ness busi­ness busi­ness because the world is cold cold cold.

I’m going home for the Thanksgiving long-week­end. A much need­ed break that I’ve been plan­ning for a while now. Funny that I still call it home when it’s a five hour dri­ve away, and I own my own house in this city. Home isn’t where you grew up, it isn’t where you live now, home is where the par­ents are.

Pita And Friend

After the last house­warm­ing par­ty, Pita stayed the night, hav­ing come all the way from Montreal, not want­i­ng to dri­ve back after a few hours of drink­ing. I asked him to stay on Sunday, and we end­ed up play­ing all the old Gamecube games that we used to play and mas­ter, back when we lived togeth­er. We nev­er had the chance to do this since he moved to Taiwan and back to Canada over two years ago, so it was quite a rem­i­nis­cent expe­ri­ence.

Discovering I had a free week­end, I invit­ed him over a lit­tle while ago for two days of pure gam­ing. The invi­ta­tion was extend­ed to his room­mate, after Pita said that I should meet her, being a hard­core gam­ing chick who appar­ent­ly can kick his ass in Soul Calibur 2. I have yet to observe this ass-kick­ing chick phe­nom­e­non for myself, and unfor­tu­nate­ly, I haven’t had any time to prac­tice with Kilik or Raphael, so I’m pre­pared to get my ass hand­ed to me. I’m hop­ing to make it up in Super Smash Brothers Melee.

This is the last week­end of fun before I start to get seri­ous about work (aside from a LAN par­ty I have planned for the first week of November). I decid­ed not to take the job at the book­store, and put my full focus on a web solu­tions busi­ness that I reg­is­tered this week.

They should be here any minute.