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As I was walking back to Jones from the car after comp club after studio class...
Stephan was walking out of Brown towards me, wondering what the hell he was going to do all day. He saw me, and walked over, and came up to my room with me, and we spent about two hours listening to and gushing at music. I have finally found a vocal dork to equal me (not that I don't appreciate the range of instrumentality I wouldn't have been exposed to without certain other people). Beginning of Kaddish, Vespers (Rach and Rautavaara), Carmina, c#, what else...
And then. Jenny and Susan showed up. I precipitously asked if he could come to dinner with us (he was going to excuse himself and try to find some food at Brown). Demeris Barbecue, despite how long it's been since I've gone there, remembered me, and I got my baked potato, and couldn't finish it in middle school fashion, but we all had a fun time making fun of Stephan's upbringing in a hermetically sealed environment.
After getting back to my house and hanging out in various places (mostly at the piano), I determined we needed to go light a fire on the roof. We spent I don't know how many hours up there, singing, laughing, talking, playing with the fire... We have a pact, now, sealed by ceremonial drips of candle wax on our hands. When we are all 20 (they'll be waiting on me by a day; Stephan's birthday 10/3), we're going either skydiving or parachuting or something involving falling off a cliff. It was a long story.
And we howled. And I recorded it. Because I have a linguistics assignment requiring I transcribe 3 minutes of conversation, but between only 2 or 3 people; this one won't work. Too bad. I'm listening to it in a year. Jenny left at about 10:30, and we let the tape run out, and blew out all the candles and went and sat on my bed and listened to more music, with Susan curled sleepily in the corner or drawing furiously. Eventually we had to take her home, and us back to Rice, and get rid of the printer. But then another couple hours of showing Stephan music (Led Zeppelin, which he'd never appreciated, about half of the comp club concert, Styx, Jethro Tull), and then. A long existential conversation involving the nature of self, worship, love, life, living... I should have got another tape.
He didn't leave till 2.
Stephan was walking out of Brown towards me, wondering what the hell he was going to do all day. He saw me, and walked over, and came up to my room with me, and we spent about two hours listening to and gushing at music. I have finally found a vocal dork to equal me (not that I don't appreciate the range of instrumentality I wouldn't have been exposed to without certain other people). Beginning of Kaddish, Vespers (Rach and Rautavaara), Carmina, c#, what else...
And then. Jenny and Susan showed up. I precipitously asked if he could come to dinner with us (he was going to excuse himself and try to find some food at Brown). Demeris Barbecue, despite how long it's been since I've gone there, remembered me, and I got my baked potato, and couldn't finish it in middle school fashion, but we all had a fun time making fun of Stephan's upbringing in a hermetically sealed environment.
After getting back to my house and hanging out in various places (mostly at the piano), I determined we needed to go light a fire on the roof. We spent I don't know how many hours up there, singing, laughing, talking, playing with the fire... We have a pact, now, sealed by ceremonial drips of candle wax on our hands. When we are all 20 (they'll be waiting on me by a day; Stephan's birthday 10/3), we're going either skydiving or parachuting or something involving falling off a cliff. It was a long story.
And we howled. And I recorded it. Because I have a linguistics assignment requiring I transcribe 3 minutes of conversation, but between only 2 or 3 people; this one won't work. Too bad. I'm listening to it in a year. Jenny left at about 10:30, and we let the tape run out, and blew out all the candles and went and sat on my bed and listened to more music, with Susan curled sleepily in the corner or drawing furiously. Eventually we had to take her home, and us back to Rice, and get rid of the printer. But then another couple hours of showing Stephan music (Led Zeppelin, which he'd never appreciated, about half of the comp club concert, Styx, Jethro Tull), and then. A long existential conversation involving the nature of self, worship, love, life, living... I should have got another tape.
He didn't leave till 2.
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