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Hi hi. Last night was a darling good time, as some friends and I performed with the Rocky Horror Picture Show as it was projected behind us. Lots of people came, and many of them dressed up in delightfully strange ways. I played Columbia, and this guy from the radio station Joel played Eddie (Meatloaf). We had an excellent dance together. People seemed to enjoy what was going on. The ending sequences were especially fun. It's not exactly my "thing," but it is certainly fun, and I would do it again.
I'm listening to a recording of my two-Thursdays-ago Nodal Nim performance at Hurley's. It's not so bad. I'm proud of the work I did there.
Not a whole lot else is going on. I just did the dishes. Hopefully, I'm going to hang out with Eric and maybe also Steph later, and we'll play games. Eric and I need to do another big-ass Go game. He's been talking up this game called Illuminati. I have yet to get people together to try out Nomic, but I think I'll be arranging it this week. I'm going to shoot for five people.
Scale design has been fascinating me again, as it often does, and again in the form of moment of symmetry scales. I haven't been actually making music much at all since the performance. I think it will be a really good idea to get back into that. Actually, I need to have something ready to show for Electronic Composition class by Monday, so I guess I'll l need to get back into making music real soon. :<)
My love to all reader-friends. I hope inspiring things are happening to you. Feel free to give a call and say hello sometime! 315-657-6839.
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I'm trying to get to bed early tonight. For me lately, that means before 3 am. Hopefully, it will even be before midnight tonight. I've been neglecting my sleep a lot lately.
I went home last weekend to see some folks and had a very good time.
This Friday, I'm going to be performing in a Rocky Horror Picture Show thingie on campus. I'm filling in for someone who can't do it, which results in my having the part of Columbia, a groupie. I like her. It'll be a fantastic experience to try to be a woman for a little while. It's been a long time since I've been in drag, about four years, I think. I bought my fishnets today. It's exciting!
I've been reviewing CDs at the radio station belonging to a potential "World Music" playlist. Once I've got a good bunch (15?), our music director, Sex Machine, is going to add them to the official playlist, and I'm going to do a World Show. It should be neat. There is some amazing music that we get, and I'd love to be able to do it justice.
I've been thinking about a fretted thing (mandola, guitar, cittern?) in 17tET. Just thinking.
Minus my lack of sleep, it seems to be a good week.
I played stuff tonight at Hurley's. That's a coffeehouse on campus. I headlined, which means I play for an hour before open mic starts, and I had a dandy time. It wasn't the perfect experience. There were lots of little problems, and I didn't feel totally right about it, but I think it was mostly pretty good, and some people liked it. I'm going to get a recording of it from Chris taken directly from the mixer, and I'm interested to hear how it really sounded. Anyway, it was inspiring. I may continue working in the "Nodal Nim" universe, while also doing some xenharmonics when the muse hits me. I'd like to create a big interactive site dedicated to moment of symmetry scales sometimes. They are beautiful structures, and they have all kinds of interesting properties.
By the way, I started a private journal. There are things I don't want to put on this blog for any schmuck on the planet to read. It's good that way.
Best wishes to all.
Appleberries,
Andrew
Dave calls me today at 2 and asks if I want to hang out. I tell him I'm waiting on a call from Kevin. I give Kevin a call, and he's still in bed, so Dave and I figure we've got some time to do things. We do I Love and read through some of my old journals, and then we jam on Counting Crows and have dinner with my mom. I pick up Kevin later, and we go to the Shaver's and play with the doggies. I've just returned home from our visit to Denny's: Dave, Jess, Kevin, and I.
Good to see people.
I spilled lots of ice water on my lap. When I get around to it, I'll enjoy changing my pants.
I'm calling TMBG Dial-A-Song now. It's a nice thing to do, especially after nine, when it's free. I attempted to bring a recently acquired TMBG box set home with me to Troy, but both CDs remained in my CD player as the jewel case travelled. No problem, I have other things to listen to.
I'm trying to start a journal again. I don't know if this is the way I want to do it. A journal should be a place where you write stuff that nobody in the universe should know but you. It's very good for that type of information. Obviously, posting journal contents to the internet defeats that whole purpose. On the other hand, I think if I use the Something-Or-Another, I might be more likely to remember it and continue updating it. But would it be completely pointless, since I wouldn't feel free to say anything?
Hm. Well, let's see what happens.
I'm home for a four-day weekend from the Potsdam, and I've been visiting with my mom and Dave. Kevin is probably going to call me today, and we'll do something, too. Of particular interest to me have been my old journals, which I've been reading and enjoying. I began my first in a series of about six full journals on Christmas Day, 1995. It begins by telling the stories of a nice long visit to my family in the Seattle area. I am 13. It continues into my time at school and Young Actor's Guild, and the themes seem to become crushes and Star Trek collectible cards. I also hit the subjects of my beloved graphing calculator, my friends, my classes, and, most interestingly, I think, my attempts to understand myself. A few excerpts on the latter topic:
Entry #23 - 1/28/96
"I think I'm so ignorant about myself. I couldn't describe my good qualities, much less comprehend why any female could like me in the sexual manner. I don't know who I like, or why; certainly not who likes me. How does one discover oneself? To that question, there's no easy answer."
Entry #45 - 5/28/96
"...What am I? Am I a geek? Am I a pest? Am I just shy and calm? (That's what my English teacher said Friday!) My class read excerpts from
The Diary of Anne Frank recently. From what I could see, Anne had a great understanding of herself. I am clueless. The last thing I should get into is psychiatry."
Here's a remarkable one about a girl I honestly don't remember that shows how confused and insecure I was. What was this all about?
Entry # 33 - 3/15/96
"The strangest thing happened today. I was in German class.... about halfway through with it. About two seats back and one row to my left is Brandy. This person I have never liked..."
By the way, this doesn't mean I disliked her, just that I didn't have a crush on her at any time. I had crushes on dozens of girls, but not her.
"She asks, with at least five people listening in, if I will go out with her, or something to that effect. I had no idea what to do: I've only had one real girlfriend, and that was a phone-relationship with Gia. I sort of stared at the window and wordlessly went back to my work. Was she serious? I doubt it. But is it even a little possible? I'll probably find out next week if she was sincere. Or she may get my phone number and call me over the weekend! We'll see."
Haha, oh man, little Andrew. That was nuts! I don't remember it happening very well at all, but I remember thinking the circumstances to be very strange. I expected to get shat upon, because I often was, and probably often brought it down upon myself. I didn't expect it to be sincere, because I didn't think girls could really like me, and this was especially unexpected.
She didn't call me. I don't think anything else happened at all, in fact. If she did "like" me, I fucking broke her heart. Of course she wouldn't call me! I was a fucking bastard to her!
