2009.08.10
--Man, sometimes I miss playing Tuba. I was kind of known for the beatbox, and knew about the two-tone thing he does here, but never quite mastered it enough to get a decent version of chopsticks going, which was my goal.
But truth be told, the music I miss most isn't the church stuff or the orchestra stuff or the jazz band stuff or the wind ensemble stuff... it's the fun, dumb stuff of marching band. Actually, more precisely pep band, where you didn't have to memorize everything. That disinterest in semi-classical music and the fact I never owned my own horn are the main reasons I don't play today.
Amber and I went to a closed-circuit Drum Corps International semifinals thing at Fenway 13 Theaters... we didn't realize ahead of time that it was like a 5 or 6 hour event, so we bugged out arond halfway through, which is too bad because the groups play in order of their seeding from previous rounds, and since each group is doing the same show it did earlier, that usually means the good stuff is coming later in the evening.
The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.
Public radio's top-of-the-hour news brief tends to have two parts: main stories, than either local coverage, or secondary national. It seems weird to me that there's a class of national news I miss... important, but not THAT important, I guess. It's hard to admit how much of the universe we don't have time and attention for.