Spin a while.
The internet has found it's way into our apartment. Also noteworthy, we have found our way into an apartment.
Music school is tough, but fair. It's all i've been doing, i barely have time to drink.
The truss rod in my bass is broken, i'm sending my bass to fender in the states. They don't make Aerodyne P-Basses (the one i own) anymore, so i've done a little bit of fender catalog shopping to figure out what i'm gonna get. It looks like i'll get either the Active P-Bass Special (for about even money) or the American Deluxe P-Bass, and pay the difference. It depends on the difference.
I'm still Ampless, which puts me in the 1% of students at my school (assuming a student population of 100). I'm probably gonna shell out twelve hundred for the Genz-Benz six by twelve. It's a fuckton of money, but it's a student loan. And it's what i'm in school for. Shit matters.
I'm playing lots of keys and mando lately, since i discovered my bass was defective. It's got wildly high action and hurts to play for long periods of time. Keys and Mando usually struck with voice accompanyment to the tune of cohen or o'burst.
Bon just got called into work, kinda lousy for thanksgiving day. Don't know how long she'll be, but we've got a stuffed turkey in the oven, cranberry sauce cooling, and a handful of other foods to enjoy. The smallest turkey we could find is still eleven pounds, and we're expecting to eat leftovers for a while. Twice good.
I went through a bit of a spell. I might still be going through it. A bit of a physical malady, and an equal portion of mental troubles. A bit of a spell, i'll repeat.
I'm down with bringing it up, but i'm not knowing where to go with it. The best thing i did for myself was read Rilke's Letter's to a Young Poet. The second best thing was cutting out smoking and drinking a bottle of bolthouse every day.
The 8th letter that Rilke sent is a stunner.
Sometimes i want to recommend books to people. Sometimes i do recommend books to people. This leads me to the discussion of the week.
*Discussion of the week*
Advertising!
What's the deal with advertising!? Is it fine? Is it necessary? Is it only helpful in a financial way of communicating with the [metaphorically] blind?
Maybe people will find the books and music they want to find. Maybe people need to hear an advertisement. I don't only mean posters and radio adds. Even word of mouth. Maybe people will find the art that fits them, and we don't need to promote our artist of choice. Perhaps this promotion only hurts the artist at hand, by bringing people there who aren't meant to be. An audience full of hopefuls.
I could make stickers that say Simon Joseph. I could put them up everywhere. People might hear me and ask my name, i could tell them. They could say 'oh, i saw your sticker' and that would be that.
Advertising.
I've heard of some great bands from some great friends, and i've been happy.
I've told people about books, and they've said "yeah! people keep telling me to read that."
I go to the grocery store, and look for the cheap one.
Advertising.
The internet has found it's way into our apartment. Also noteworthy, we have found our way into an apartment.
Music school is tough, but fair. It's all i've been doing, i barely have time to drink.
The truss rod in my bass is broken, i'm sending my bass to fender in the states. They don't make Aerodyne P-Basses (the one i own) anymore, so i've done a little bit of fender catalog shopping to figure out what i'm gonna get. It looks like i'll get either the Active P-Bass Special (for about even money) or the American Deluxe P-Bass, and pay the difference. It depends on the difference.
I'm still Ampless, which puts me in the 1% of students at my school (assuming a student population of 100). I'm probably gonna shell out twelve hundred for the Genz-Benz six by twelve. It's a fuckton of money, but it's a student loan. And it's what i'm in school for. Shit matters.
I'm playing lots of keys and mando lately, since i discovered my bass was defective. It's got wildly high action and hurts to play for long periods of time. Keys and Mando usually struck with voice accompanyment to the tune of cohen or o'burst.
Bon just got called into work, kinda lousy for thanksgiving day. Don't know how long she'll be, but we've got a stuffed turkey in the oven, cranberry sauce cooling, and a handful of other foods to enjoy. The smallest turkey we could find is still eleven pounds, and we're expecting to eat leftovers for a while. Twice good.
I went through a bit of a spell. I might still be going through it. A bit of a physical malady, and an equal portion of mental troubles. A bit of a spell, i'll repeat.
I'm down with bringing it up, but i'm not knowing where to go with it. The best thing i did for myself was read Rilke's Letter's to a Young Poet. The second best thing was cutting out smoking and drinking a bottle of bolthouse every day.
The 8th letter that Rilke sent is a stunner.
Sometimes i want to recommend books to people. Sometimes i do recommend books to people. This leads me to the discussion of the week.
*Discussion of the week*
Advertising!
What's the deal with advertising!? Is it fine? Is it necessary? Is it only helpful in a financial way of communicating with the [metaphorically] blind?
Maybe people will find the books and music they want to find. Maybe people need to hear an advertisement. I don't only mean posters and radio adds. Even word of mouth. Maybe people will find the art that fits them, and we don't need to promote our artist of choice. Perhaps this promotion only hurts the artist at hand, by bringing people there who aren't meant to be. An audience full of hopefuls.
I could make stickers that say Simon Joseph. I could put them up everywhere. People might hear me and ask my name, i could tell them. They could say 'oh, i saw your sticker' and that would be that.
Advertising.
I've heard of some great bands from some great friends, and i've been happy.
I've told people about books, and they've said "yeah! people keep telling me to read that."
I go to the grocery store, and look for the cheap one.
Advertising.