Some junk 'n stuff i was reading.
To put you on the same page, this is Bertrand Russell's History of Western Philosophy. A chapter on Pythagoras. The word "theory" originally meant "passionate sympathetic contemplation."
"For Pythagoras, the "passionate sympathetic contemplation" was intellectual, and issued in mathematical knowledge. In this way, through Pythagoreanism, "theory" gradually acquired its modern meaning; but for all who were inspired by Pythagoras it retained an element of ecstatic revelation. To those who have reluctantly learnt a little mathematics in school this may seem strange; but to those who have experienced the intoxicating delight of sudden understanding that mathematics gives, from time to time, to those who love it, the Pythagorean view will seem completely natural even if untrue. It might seem that the empirical philosopher is the slave of his material, but that the pure mathematician, like the musician, is a free creator of his world of ordered beauty."
Last night the thoughts were somewhat deep. I was wondering what i aughta do with my life. I was thinking that making music really isn't that important, and that i wanted to change the world. I was re-evaluating everything i thought i had planned for myself.
Just as a side note, i think i'm smarter then the average person. I know that's not a great thought. If someone wants to yell at me, i'm only too inviting.
So i thought maybe i should try and teach things. I wasn't sure what, or how. Writing a book came to mind. But could a book really be that revolutionary? Again, i wanted to change the world.
Moving into this morning, while walking to work: I thought a little bit about how ignorance is bliss. And i thought about how I worry about so many stupid little things, and how much i second guess myself. And i thought that not only would a book by myself not be capable of making people think more, but maybe they wouldn't want to. Then i thought that people are all generally as smart/happy as they want to be.
And in conclusion, i found myself re-interested in music. If things work out, then i'll just find myself inspiring the people who want to be inspired. The world really doesn't need a quick fix(er).
I read Understanding Comics by Scott McCloud, and i think other people should. Super book. I feel like i've been reading alot of books that fall into the "from one thing, know ten thousand things" catagory. The Inner Game of Tennis uses tennis as the means to teach about ourselves, and our inner battles. Understanding Comics uses comics as the means to teach a lesson about art. And it does a great job. Dave, since you're starting your own little comic, i think it'd be a great read for you especially.
Strike three, i'm out.
Good Night, sleep tight. Cottonstar.
Today was almost a perfect day. I worked a cool 11 to 5 shift. I had a great breakfast, with enough time to enjoy two cups of tea. I listened to Ben Folds Live on the way to and from work. I didn't bring Crime and Punishment to work, for whatever reason, so I didn't read during my breaks. I played chess against myself again. And as usual, black continued it's winning ways.
I listened to alot of great music today. Which is also quite usual.
Pat and I did our perfect pitch training today, and it went well. And just an hour ago, I found my harmonica, which had been missing for way too long. And I'm excited about not taking it for granted.
Tomorrow I dont work until 2. I plan on getting up reasonably early for breakfast, and then I'm going to record my songs at home. The recordings done at the open mic weren't excelent.
I did alot of good reading and writing today. I did alot of good reading and writing yesterday.
Yesterday at the library I picked up Bertrand Russell's The History of Western Philosophy. It's a large book. I'm going to read it. Fairly pleasing thought, I'd say. It will take me a while.
I finished The Inner Game of Tennis yesterday. I hadn't picked it up in way way too long, then yesterday I put a few hours into it and polished it off nicely. Fantastic read. For anyone and everyone.
If ignorance is bliss, then fuck bliss. As of about a week ago, I gave up on masterbation. I can use my energy towards more important things then sensual pleasure. Anxiety is a gift. A ready-made solution to boredom and tension is something that I no longer have a need for.
Good night, sleep tight, angel.
I played an open mic last night. And i played 6 original songs. All of which have been recorded, and will be brought to the internet for your listening pleasure. I would definately call the evening a success.
First set of three had Curious, Why Me, and Sneakers Lined with Snow.
Curious is very simple chords, with a very simple melody. It's just me singing a handful of semi-cliche, semi-meaningful words. "I know I'm younger then I feel." When i played that song, I felt really good with how the evening began.
Why Me is the song that most people have heard of mine, it's got a neat opening riff, a suitable verse riff/melody, and a catchy rhythm'd chorus. I hurt my voice singing the "why me"s, which may or may not be noticable, i haven't listened to the recording yet. You can definately notice me backing off on them by the end of it all.
Sneakers Lined with Snow is one of two songs that Chris would get a co-writer credit for. He wrote the main riff, and I fell in love with it. Then he changed the main riff, and I stubbornly kept the old one. I was very attached to it. So I used Chris's first verse, I wrote a second verse last summer when waiting for sleep. And I wrote the chorus at different times, some words as late as this week. All the music is written by Chris. It's the only song i screwed up on. And it was temporary, i just had to restart the first chorus, and stop botching the picking area. From second verse to ending, it was very very pretty.
Second set was The Breakup, Lately I, and Without You.
The Breakup is a killer tune, I wanted to change the bridge for a while, and I never did, so if there's any weakness in the song, it's there, but the verse is straight up slick, and the chorus is mild and extra smooth. I hope it's dug.
Lately I is one of my proudest tunes. The picking riff is possibly the nicest piece of music I've ever written. And the lyrics don't make me want to wrech. My mom said that the picking riff reminded her of John Lennon. I mean, holy freaking crap. I'm not sure how well the fingerpickign was picked up by the mic, but the song definately went well. Even thought the fourth verse was kind of made up on the spot, and stopped halfway through.
Without You is a Two Of Hearts classic. I wrote the main riff, Chris and I wrote the pre-chorus, and chorus chords, Chris wrote all the words. We each have our own outro, and in the recording, naturally, I played mine. The song went fairly well, I thought.
6 songs. I have to go to work now. Livin' n Lovin'.
To put you on the same page, this is Bertrand Russell's History of Western Philosophy. A chapter on Pythagoras. The word "theory" originally meant "passionate sympathetic contemplation."
"For Pythagoras, the "passionate sympathetic contemplation" was intellectual, and issued in mathematical knowledge. In this way, through Pythagoreanism, "theory" gradually acquired its modern meaning; but for all who were inspired by Pythagoras it retained an element of ecstatic revelation. To those who have reluctantly learnt a little mathematics in school this may seem strange; but to those who have experienced the intoxicating delight of sudden understanding that mathematics gives, from time to time, to those who love it, the Pythagorean view will seem completely natural even if untrue. It might seem that the empirical philosopher is the slave of his material, but that the pure mathematician, like the musician, is a free creator of his world of ordered beauty."
Last night i thought i had some plans going with some choice youth from my work place, but they fell through in that i never received a return call. I figured if i was going to be disapointed with things, i might as well get some good thinking done. So i went with the no food diet, cause i tend to think well when i'm not eating. So i didn't eat supper last night, didn't eat breakfast this morning, and got off work at 6pm, and i felt great. Had a sundae after work, and when i got home i made perogies.
Last night the thoughts were somewhat deep. I was wondering what i aughta do with my life. I was thinking that making music really isn't that important, and that i wanted to change the world. I was re-evaluating everything i thought i had planned for myself.
Just as a side note, i think i'm smarter then the average person. I know that's not a great thought. If someone wants to yell at me, i'm only too inviting.
So i thought maybe i should try and teach things. I wasn't sure what, or how. Writing a book came to mind. But could a book really be that revolutionary? Again, i wanted to change the world.
Moving into this morning, while walking to work: I thought a little bit about how ignorance is bliss. And i thought about how I worry about so many stupid little things, and how much i second guess myself. And i thought that not only would a book by myself not be capable of making people think more, but maybe they wouldn't want to. Then i thought that people are all generally as smart/happy as they want to be.
And in conclusion, i found myself re-interested in music. If things work out, then i'll just find myself inspiring the people who want to be inspired. The world really doesn't need a quick fix(er).
I read Understanding Comics by Scott McCloud, and i think other people should. Super book. I feel like i've been reading alot of books that fall into the "from one thing, know ten thousand things" catagory. The Inner Game of Tennis uses tennis as the means to teach about ourselves, and our inner battles. Understanding Comics uses comics as the means to teach a lesson about art. And it does a great job. Dave, since you're starting your own little comic, i think it'd be a great read for you especially.
Strike three, i'm out.
Now that everyone got their commenting out of their system, I think it's time for a short update. Very little has changed. I eat with chop-sticks more often then not. I still enjoy chess. I expect to be drunk more often the not for the duration of the weekend.
Good Night, sleep tight. Cottonstar.
Sounds like someone's got a case of the Mondays.
Today was almost a perfect day. I worked a cool 11 to 5 shift. I had a great breakfast, with enough time to enjoy two cups of tea. I listened to Ben Folds Live on the way to and from work. I didn't bring Crime and Punishment to work, for whatever reason, so I didn't read during my breaks. I played chess against myself again. And as usual, black continued it's winning ways.
I listened to alot of great music today. Which is also quite usual.
Pat and I did our perfect pitch training today, and it went well. And just an hour ago, I found my harmonica, which had been missing for way too long. And I'm excited about not taking it for granted.
Tomorrow I dont work until 2. I plan on getting up reasonably early for breakfast, and then I'm going to record my songs at home. The recordings done at the open mic weren't excelent.
I did alot of good reading and writing today. I did alot of good reading and writing yesterday.
Yesterday at the library I picked up Bertrand Russell's The History of Western Philosophy. It's a large book. I'm going to read it. Fairly pleasing thought, I'd say. It will take me a while.
I finished The Inner Game of Tennis yesterday. I hadn't picked it up in way way too long, then yesterday I put a few hours into it and polished it off nicely. Fantastic read. For anyone and everyone.
If ignorance is bliss, then fuck bliss. As of about a week ago, I gave up on masterbation. I can use my energy towards more important things then sensual pleasure. Anxiety is a gift. A ready-made solution to boredom and tension is something that I no longer have a need for.
Good night, sleep tight, angel.
Well well well, three holes in the ground.
I played an open mic last night. And i played 6 original songs. All of which have been recorded, and will be brought to the internet for your listening pleasure. I would definately call the evening a success.
First set of three had Curious, Why Me, and Sneakers Lined with Snow.
Curious is very simple chords, with a very simple melody. It's just me singing a handful of semi-cliche, semi-meaningful words. "I know I'm younger then I feel." When i played that song, I felt really good with how the evening began.
Why Me is the song that most people have heard of mine, it's got a neat opening riff, a suitable verse riff/melody, and a catchy rhythm'd chorus. I hurt my voice singing the "why me"s, which may or may not be noticable, i haven't listened to the recording yet. You can definately notice me backing off on them by the end of it all.
Sneakers Lined with Snow is one of two songs that Chris would get a co-writer credit for. He wrote the main riff, and I fell in love with it. Then he changed the main riff, and I stubbornly kept the old one. I was very attached to it. So I used Chris's first verse, I wrote a second verse last summer when waiting for sleep. And I wrote the chorus at different times, some words as late as this week. All the music is written by Chris. It's the only song i screwed up on. And it was temporary, i just had to restart the first chorus, and stop botching the picking area. From second verse to ending, it was very very pretty.
Second set was The Breakup, Lately I, and Without You.
The Breakup is a killer tune, I wanted to change the bridge for a while, and I never did, so if there's any weakness in the song, it's there, but the verse is straight up slick, and the chorus is mild and extra smooth. I hope it's dug.
Lately I is one of my proudest tunes. The picking riff is possibly the nicest piece of music I've ever written. And the lyrics don't make me want to wrech. My mom said that the picking riff reminded her of John Lennon. I mean, holy freaking crap. I'm not sure how well the fingerpickign was picked up by the mic, but the song definately went well. Even thought the fourth verse was kind of made up on the spot, and stopped halfway through.
Without You is a Two Of Hearts classic. I wrote the main riff, Chris and I wrote the pre-chorus, and chorus chords, Chris wrote all the words. We each have our own outro, and in the recording, naturally, I played mine. The song went fairly well, I thought.
6 songs. I have to go to work now. Livin' n Lovin'.