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It took me awhile to get up yesterday, even though Stephan crashed here after the Natural Disaster party and came in and woke me up. I pulled myself together while he went home and showered, and then we took mama and Joodles to sandwich. It was such a glorious day, and Stephan was so alive and Joodles was so earnestly trying to recover from debilitating sleepiness and I was so glad to be with them at the time that I felt like writing a song about it. And then after I went to partake of a linguistics experiment I called Joodles to go look at the new pavilion that's about to open and there's a fountain I didn't even know was going to be there and the landscaping is so much better and you can get across campus for heaven's sake. We sat in the grass, eschewing the tables, and he showed me another song base he's written.
I had to go do crew hours for opera workshop cleaning out the costume shop and helping get the prop closet (up three flights of stairs in the mechanical floor of Shepherd that no one knows is there) marginally ready to be organized over the summer. Keith wasn't very helpful, but it was fun.
Joodles came over and recorded an unbelievably sweet present to his girlfriend before we started working on a new epic ballad we're calling Sound Charge. My idea is that they're charging something and it ends up not being there, so they have to walk home. It's going to be awesome. We flailed at that until it was time for me to go to Jones for Hair.
Last night's show could have gone better, but it was still a triumph, and it looks good (Ipek took pictures). Parker outdid himself; I had to go hug him at every opportunity. What stuck from last night, though, was that the band really does seem to like me. The drummer cornered me right after the show and explained enthusiastically how much work he has to do but then gave a coherent and intelligible explanation of what it was to me when I asked, even though it involves math that is at least four years ahead of where I stopped in math. He stood there and let me ask him inept questions, unwilling to go help the rest of the band pack up, and Zig, the bassist, and even Guitarmatt, who's usually pretty reserved, dawdled and picked up any excuse to talk when they rolled by with the amps or cleaned up the incense.
They even came with me to my house for food when Stephan mentioned needing to eat before the party. We sat around my kitchen table for nearly an hour and talked (or listened to Stephan talk) about Latin-American music history and the birth of atonality and twelve-tone theory, before it was time to go pick up the people who needed rides to Trevor's. But that was Stephan; I went with the band, who all fit in the drummer (Scott)'s car, and stayed with them all night and really talked much more than I am wont to do at parties. It was really very sweet. Parker was exceptionally glad to see me, and I am always glad to see him, and we mutually discovered that we'll both be here next semester, so it's not over yet. But most of the time, I was discovering the depths of awesome to which the band extends.
I like my band. Matt is very serious and earnest about music and playing, despite being entirely self-taught. Zig is earnestly respectful while also asking me anything he can think of at every opportunity. I haven't known Scott for very long, but he's deceptively silly for how smart and responsible he is. Dan, our trumpet, didn't come, and though we had fun without him I wish he had, because he's just as cool as the rest and I've known him longer, as he's been the Thresher cartoonist for ages.
In any case, the party was lovely, more so than the usual cast party, and I wish I'd known my band sooner. Zig and Matt will be here next year, but Scott is graduating to go do a PhD at Princeton in some kind of impressively hard science. Zig asked if I was doing any shows next year, and I said yeah, but they'd probably be too much of a big shot for me to get by then, and he reassured me with a sentiment that about sums up the warm fuzzies I have for them: "We'd always work for you."
I had to go do crew hours for opera workshop cleaning out the costume shop and helping get the prop closet (up three flights of stairs in the mechanical floor of Shepherd that no one knows is there) marginally ready to be organized over the summer. Keith wasn't very helpful, but it was fun.
Joodles came over and recorded an unbelievably sweet present to his girlfriend before we started working on a new epic ballad we're calling Sound Charge. My idea is that they're charging something and it ends up not being there, so they have to walk home. It's going to be awesome. We flailed at that until it was time for me to go to Jones for Hair.
Last night's show could have gone better, but it was still a triumph, and it looks good (Ipek took pictures). Parker outdid himself; I had to go hug him at every opportunity. What stuck from last night, though, was that the band really does seem to like me. The drummer cornered me right after the show and explained enthusiastically how much work he has to do but then gave a coherent and intelligible explanation of what it was to me when I asked, even though it involves math that is at least four years ahead of where I stopped in math. He stood there and let me ask him inept questions, unwilling to go help the rest of the band pack up, and Zig, the bassist, and even Guitarmatt, who's usually pretty reserved, dawdled and picked up any excuse to talk when they rolled by with the amps or cleaned up the incense.
They even came with me to my house for food when Stephan mentioned needing to eat before the party. We sat around my kitchen table for nearly an hour and talked (or listened to Stephan talk) about Latin-American music history and the birth of atonality and twelve-tone theory, before it was time to go pick up the people who needed rides to Trevor's. But that was Stephan; I went with the band, who all fit in the drummer (Scott)'s car, and stayed with them all night and really talked much more than I am wont to do at parties. It was really very sweet. Parker was exceptionally glad to see me, and I am always glad to see him, and we mutually discovered that we'll both be here next semester, so it's not over yet. But most of the time, I was discovering the depths of awesome to which the band extends.
I like my band. Matt is very serious and earnest about music and playing, despite being entirely self-taught. Zig is earnestly respectful while also asking me anything he can think of at every opportunity. I haven't known Scott for very long, but he's deceptively silly for how smart and responsible he is. Dan, our trumpet, didn't come, and though we had fun without him I wish he had, because he's just as cool as the rest and I've known him longer, as he's been the Thresher cartoonist for ages.
In any case, the party was lovely, more so than the usual cast party, and I wish I'd known my band sooner. Zig and Matt will be here next year, but Scott is graduating to go do a PhD at Princeton in some kind of impressively hard science. Zig asked if I was doing any shows next year, and I said yeah, but they'd probably be too much of a big shot for me to get by then, and he reassured me with a sentiment that about sums up the warm fuzzies I have for them: "We'd always work for you."
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(In case you didn't see those pictures, may I recommend that you check out Taylor's archive starting on this page, as they're actually pretty good in spite of the fact that I look like a drunk-ass fool: http://ttj.smugmug.com/gallery/3625599_NhYn8#P-11-20)
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