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So much driving in this past week. Amir drove us (Kathryn, Michaelis and me) to New York right after (well, sort of during) Methodology, hung out at a pizza joint cause we got there two hours early, hung out at a coffee place, and finally got the that premier underground avant-garde venue, the Stone, so hip it's totally unfindable unless you know exactly where it is.
We were hip enough to fill it (well, Anthony was. He's got quite a following). We did about a 20-minute free-improv piece that was one of the best I think we've ever done, and then they did the two pieces they rehearsed that I wasn't in because I had a rehearsal for Tony's opera scenes, and then the Christian Wolff Exercise #7, and then some smaller-ensemble free sets (I did a duo with Anthony that was really pretty cool). Ben had said he'd come, but he ran his recital for a Columbia prof who then took him out to fancy dinner, so he missed it. Evan, on the other hand, not only came, but brought a friend. Win!
The drive back was somnolently pleasant, even starting at 11:30 as it did, and with the addition of Ezra to the population of the car (it's okay, he's friendly, clever and cute and sat next to me). I got to bed around 4am and set my alarm to get up before my noon lesson.
Which also rocked. I described (and therefore relived) the 'Kings concerts and conversations of the weekend and Tuesday, showde her my tour shirt, explained how well the Stone gig went, and played her the progress I'd made on the song I'm working on. We spent a long time and a lot of brainpower accomplishing some serious and productive revision on the lyrics and overall direction. I then continued to revise it, and practiced it (and Wednesday) for about 4 hours.
When I got home the power was out in our apartment, but the landlord got the electrician in on short notice and it was back before too many candles burned out. I intend to sleep a lot this weekend. And write some more music. Cause next weekend is the beginning of break! I will go home and be a rock star. And see my peeps. Whom I miss.
We were hip enough to fill it (well, Anthony was. He's got quite a following). We did about a 20-minute free-improv piece that was one of the best I think we've ever done, and then they did the two pieces they rehearsed that I wasn't in because I had a rehearsal for Tony's opera scenes, and then the Christian Wolff Exercise #7, and then some smaller-ensemble free sets (I did a duo with Anthony that was really pretty cool). Ben had said he'd come, but he ran his recital for a Columbia prof who then took him out to fancy dinner, so he missed it. Evan, on the other hand, not only came, but brought a friend. Win!
The drive back was somnolently pleasant, even starting at 11:30 as it did, and with the addition of Ezra to the population of the car (it's okay, he's friendly, clever and cute and sat next to me). I got to bed around 4am and set my alarm to get up before my noon lesson.
Which also rocked. I described (and therefore relived) the 'Kings concerts and conversations of the weekend and Tuesday, showde her my tour shirt, explained how well the Stone gig went, and played her the progress I'd made on the song I'm working on. We spent a long time and a lot of brainpower accomplishing some serious and productive revision on the lyrics and overall direction. I then continued to revise it, and practiced it (and Wednesday) for about 4 hours.
When I got home the power was out in our apartment, but the landlord got the electrician in on short notice and it was back before too many candles burned out. I intend to sleep a lot this weekend. And write some more music. Cause next weekend is the beginning of break! I will go home and be a rock star. And see my peeps. Whom I miss.