jajaja.
That's laughter in spanish, interestingly enough.
So, i went to boston, played on a street corner in front of a Dunkin' Donuts. Printed off thirty copies of my lyrics, and handed out 4 of them. I had five people listening to my 'set'. And i received positive reviews.
I met good people. Reaffirmed my love for travel. I like when i'm lonely and i don't know what to do. When i'm forced to either approach strangers in hopes of finding self worth, or come to the understanding that i don't need to be important all the time. Both are beneficial.
I arrived in cambridge at about 4:15am friday. I left charlottetown at around 12:30pm thursday. I had about two hours of sleep under my belt. I think that sleeping in cars is perfect for long drives, because you're never comfortable enough to sleep long hours, yet if the body needs sleep it can get some.
I walked around Harvard university during the early part of the day, ended up at a coffee shop at around 7. Got a free coffee (cause nobody takes canadian dollars and banks weren't open yet) and did a bunch of reading.
I'm reading Steppenwolf right now. Pretty darn rad.
Friday i sat with a busker and played mandolin to accompany him. I ripped shit up. When i ceased to rip shit up (sometimes i just cannot find notes) i made myself scarce. I saw a sign in front of a bookstore. I only remember three things from the sign. "Wine" "7:00pm" and "Free". I thought it wise to attend.
At 7 i learned that it was a celebration for Harvard's graduates. There was free wine, red and white, given out from 7 to 8. As i told the young man doing the pouring, "i love bookstores, and i love red wine." The amount given out was somewhere between the size of a liquor store sample and an ordered glass of wine. Five halfglass samplers later i spent all my american dollars (which were intended to be used to further my drunk) on a Viking portable anthology of Nietszche. I feel more like a maniacal genius already.
Jajaja
Going pretty good. Trip down here was more or less uneventful. I took a bit of a scenic route, unintentionally cruising most of maine on the slower paced coastal Highway 1. Once i got myself on the I-95 (now THAT sounds like a highway) I got alot closer to boston alot faster. I crashed for a few hours from midnight to two, thinking that i was still a ways from boston, and i could drive better with some sleep under my belt.
I got to boston at around quarter after four. And i've been up since then. I walked around harvard university as the sun was coming up. It's a pretty damn nice spot. As the day grew warmer i spent my time reading (finished cat's cradle, thanks dave), watching chess, and playing mandolin with a busker. I ripped for a few songs, and then watched myself peter out. I think i stopped playing before i became a liability.
Now i'm at tina bouey's house. If you don't know her, she's a violin phenom, and if all goes according to [my] plan, she'll increase the quality of my stage show some year.
It's so weird seeing my name in writing. I looked at the schedule for the performances at the festival, and a big old Simon Joseph is playing for an hour (Gorsh!) Saturday the 21st at 5:30 pm at stage 5 (in front of the dunkin' donuts).
I didn't know i'd play for an hour, i'm a little scared. I don't have an hour worth of music. (that said, i'll play some covers and get by) I printed off a bunch of lyric books that i'm hoping people take interest in. If people can read my lyrics while i'm playing, i think that'd be really sweet. I guess i'm proud of what i've written. Sounds like a potential downfall. heh.
So i'm loved and loving. Which is pretty great. I got to play "take me down" for my mom's grade 5 class on thursday before leaving. Just like good elementery school kids they listened intently and generously applauded when i was done. Hello ego.
I'll let you know how the show goes.
Peaces all over the place.
I'm going to boston on thursday, that's pretty cool. It'll be nice to get out there. The world is really big.
I wrote and wrote and wrote a few days ago. Puttered around the house from about 1am to 4am smoking spliffs and drinking agua. Probably put down 10 pages. I like writing about morals, knowledge, reality. Philosophical smagglings of that sort. Those thoughts don't always present themselves, so i keep my pen toasty by writing about potential futures.
I've got a new five year plan, which is nice to see.
Stay on pei until i run out of money. Go west for winter work. Unknown summer. Fall '09 enroll at Selkirk college for music. Unknown summer. Year 2 of music, either performance or composition major.
That's only 3 years, i think at this point it might be nice to move to northern canada, get some of that isolation. Get payed for something. Maybe get a piano. Write something. Record something. If i get payed for being an artist, then that's fab. If i don't, then i'll figure something out.
Just treat people how you want to be treated. Try your best to love everyone. If someone is mean then they need love more than those who are kind and generous, they lack it. Please love one another. They are you. We're all in this together. I know it's right. It hurts to not be loved. Anyone can try.
Today i kicked a stick in frustration. I hit it firmly, it left the ground and clacked against a staircase i was approaching. I intend to not display anger. I felt bad afterwords. All of my mind's power of judgement has been turned inwords. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Pride Pride
I am right.
too cool to fight.
Judging, though i say i don't.
Wanting all aboard my boat.
certain life would be improved
if you were more me and less of you.
I only say this cause i've practiced
losing self determined actions
Only say cause i believe
i'm less myself than everything.
That's laughter in spanish, interestingly enough.
So, i went to boston, played on a street corner in front of a Dunkin' Donuts. Printed off thirty copies of my lyrics, and handed out 4 of them. I had five people listening to my 'set'. And i received positive reviews.
I met good people. Reaffirmed my love for travel. I like when i'm lonely and i don't know what to do. When i'm forced to either approach strangers in hopes of finding self worth, or come to the understanding that i don't need to be important all the time. Both are beneficial.
I arrived in cambridge at about 4:15am friday. I left charlottetown at around 12:30pm thursday. I had about two hours of sleep under my belt. I think that sleeping in cars is perfect for long drives, because you're never comfortable enough to sleep long hours, yet if the body needs sleep it can get some.
I walked around Harvard university during the early part of the day, ended up at a coffee shop at around 7. Got a free coffee (cause nobody takes canadian dollars and banks weren't open yet) and did a bunch of reading.
I'm reading Steppenwolf right now. Pretty darn rad.
Friday i sat with a busker and played mandolin to accompany him. I ripped shit up. When i ceased to rip shit up (sometimes i just cannot find notes) i made myself scarce. I saw a sign in front of a bookstore. I only remember three things from the sign. "Wine" "7:00pm" and "Free". I thought it wise to attend.
At 7 i learned that it was a celebration for Harvard's graduates. There was free wine, red and white, given out from 7 to 8. As i told the young man doing the pouring, "i love bookstores, and i love red wine." The amount given out was somewhere between the size of a liquor store sample and an ordered glass of wine. Five halfglass samplers later i spent all my american dollars (which were intended to be used to further my drunk) on a Viking portable anthology of Nietszche. I feel more like a maniacal genius already.
Jajaja
here i am, in WHAT?? Buh-Buh-Buh-Boston
Going pretty good. Trip down here was more or less uneventful. I took a bit of a scenic route, unintentionally cruising most of maine on the slower paced coastal Highway 1. Once i got myself on the I-95 (now THAT sounds like a highway) I got alot closer to boston alot faster. I crashed for a few hours from midnight to two, thinking that i was still a ways from boston, and i could drive better with some sleep under my belt.
I got to boston at around quarter after four. And i've been up since then. I walked around harvard university as the sun was coming up. It's a pretty damn nice spot. As the day grew warmer i spent my time reading (finished cat's cradle, thanks dave), watching chess, and playing mandolin with a busker. I ripped for a few songs, and then watched myself peter out. I think i stopped playing before i became a liability.
Now i'm at tina bouey's house. If you don't know her, she's a violin phenom, and if all goes according to [my] plan, she'll increase the quality of my stage show some year.
It's so weird seeing my name in writing. I looked at the schedule for the performances at the festival, and a big old Simon Joseph is playing for an hour (Gorsh!) Saturday the 21st at 5:30 pm at stage 5 (in front of the dunkin' donuts).
I didn't know i'd play for an hour, i'm a little scared. I don't have an hour worth of music. (that said, i'll play some covers and get by) I printed off a bunch of lyric books that i'm hoping people take interest in. If people can read my lyrics while i'm playing, i think that'd be really sweet. I guess i'm proud of what i've written. Sounds like a potential downfall. heh.
So i'm loved and loving. Which is pretty great. I got to play "take me down" for my mom's grade 5 class on thursday before leaving. Just like good elementery school kids they listened intently and generously applauded when i was done. Hello ego.
I'll let you know how the show goes.
Peaces all over the place.
Sholy hit, i haven't posted in a month. Wonder why? I sure do.
I'm going to boston on thursday, that's pretty cool. It'll be nice to get out there. The world is really big.
I wrote and wrote and wrote a few days ago. Puttered around the house from about 1am to 4am smoking spliffs and drinking agua. Probably put down 10 pages. I like writing about morals, knowledge, reality. Philosophical smagglings of that sort. Those thoughts don't always present themselves, so i keep my pen toasty by writing about potential futures.
I've got a new five year plan, which is nice to see.
Stay on pei until i run out of money. Go west for winter work. Unknown summer. Fall '09 enroll at Selkirk college for music. Unknown summer. Year 2 of music, either performance or composition major.
That's only 3 years, i think at this point it might be nice to move to northern canada, get some of that isolation. Get payed for something. Maybe get a piano. Write something. Record something. If i get payed for being an artist, then that's fab. If i don't, then i'll figure something out.
Just treat people how you want to be treated. Try your best to love everyone. If someone is mean then they need love more than those who are kind and generous, they lack it. Please love one another. They are you. We're all in this together. I know it's right. It hurts to not be loved. Anyone can try.
Today i kicked a stick in frustration. I hit it firmly, it left the ground and clacked against a staircase i was approaching. I intend to not display anger. I felt bad afterwords. All of my mind's power of judgement has been turned inwords. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Pride Pride
I am right.
too cool to fight.
Judging, though i say i don't.
Wanting all aboard my boat.
certain life would be improved
if you were more me and less of you.
I only say this cause i've practiced
losing self determined actions
Only say cause i believe
i'm less myself than everything.