top to bottom: fishtail braids, "A Little Princess", Bassett hound, (young) Michael Caine, Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Ali Macgraw, Whole Foods coffee cup, (my new) shoes, and finally, Bon Iver (I came around.)
Getting most of my juice from the past at the moment. Old and musty seems familiar and comforting.
Also, I feel a bit lighter. Like I'm missing something?
...is what we call the Bree Louise, the pub down the street
Cooper (aka Coops), age 5
I promised to eat peanut butter and pickles together if the kids tried strawberries in their salad. I think I got the short end of the stick.
Field recording. Trees?
UVA @ The Wapping Project
I always keep a Stash in my attic.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
I am exhausted (I accidentally quit coffee, cold-turkey) and a bit heartsick. This city is so incredible that you can’t help but feel this impossible sort of love. Sounds dramatic… and it is.
Last night, I was invited to a party at my boss’s girlfriend’s flat out near the University of Greenwich. I took the Northern line to Bank station, and transferred to the DLR (overground tube line).
The line runs through a huge office district outside of the city, glass buildings that are impossibly big. Futuristic. The train runs high above the ground, and the buildings are lit from within, letting you look in as you pass by. It felt like I was in some sort of action movie (Bladerunner 6, starring Rose) and, strangely enough, that tube ride has been one of the highlights of the trip.
On the way back, I overheard a group of friends talking. I guess they were on their way back from a party, at least, they all had that unfocused, tipsy look in their eyes. They were talking about some guy they all knew, and his unhappy marriage, and his apparent confession to one of them that he loved them (shortly before the beginning of his marriage). And the fact that he was a alcoholic. And I felt like I was 8 again, wondering why people have to be unkind to other people.
Today, I drank in the park, because it was sunny, and because you can do that in this wonderful country.
New Rose is finding it a lot easier to see the charming things about my Philly. There's always a full pot of coffee made when I wake up (usually the second or third brewed already). When I grab our old cook books, they fall open to my favorite recipes. There are no sirens, and I can play my music as loud as I'd like without having to worry about up/downstairs neighbors. I have a renewed appreciation for our garbage disposal, and I have a guaranteed running partner (Julie, grudgingly, hasn't said no yet).
Edit: The following conversation just went down- Mom: Do we have any more powdered sugar? I need a third of a cup. Julie: Yeah, you're fine.
(insert long pause)
Actually, you might want to throw it out. I found three dead bugs in it last night.
Techno/Rave ensemble: Grew to love my T/R group in a very 80s high school movie sort of way ("Guys... it turns out, we're all the same inside.")(cue cheesy synth pop)
Abnormal Psychology: Talked about the phallic allusion that is Joe Camel. Don't believe it? Professor Eastman has an overhead of Joe Camel, and an overhead of a penis. They line up perfectly. I enjoyed watching someone walk in an hour late and turn around to see some guy's junk magnified on the front wall of the room.
401: Bonded with my favorite synth professor. I held the final class at my apartment- the prof brought a bottle of champagne and we listened to final projects. I wrote my first drum n bass track, and gave several lessons on lyric writing to the class.
Counterpoint: No comment.
History of Western Music: Professor Tom McGah, "Mozart was composing... and by the age of 35, he was decomposing."
339 (Composition and Sound Design for Commercial Production): Closest I've come to feeling like I'm on a reality show. Every week, the sick talented people in this class presented their work and we proceeded to rip each other apart. My ego is firmly in check. Once, Jeff Baust (teacher/guru/complete mystery) laughed at one of my jokes. My general feedback from him? "This is great, but completely not what the producer wanted. So you're fired." Apparently there's a Facebook group for those who have been fired most weeks in 339. Oh, social networking.
Misc: Tattoo. Sangria at Tapeo on multiple occasions. Age split between the youngest and oldest boy I kissed: 11 years. Played my first (and second) show. Discovered the world's best eyeliner (no really, it's noteworthy). Learned Ableton Live... like a new language. Saw Amanda's employer dance drunk on a table. Sang on a dub/reggae cover of a Neil Young song. Sang on a Ke$ha ripoff track. Joined Team Lady Gaga (late, I admit).
Philly on Thursday, then on the London on the 29th.
I got internship placement for the summer and I'm going to be working with Robin Rimbaud, AKA "Scanner", a SICK electronic musician based in London with a resume the size of a small country. He's got a bunch of projects going on this summer, including a SOUND INSTALLATION in the MIDDLE OF LONDON which he WANTS ME AND DIONE TO WORK ON. I am beyond excited. Check this ish out.
Second best news ever: I'm playing my own music earlier than I thought, at the April 8th synth community concert.
After the ferry was cancelled Saturday night, we drove to Hyannis Sunday morning to try and get on a ferry. Thanks to the wind, we DID have a crazy day. But it was not on Nantucket.
Here are our disappointed faces:
This is what we eat when we have the munchies.
These are Oreos, but not:
This is Mary's ass: Knowing that we are just not going to end up on a beach this spring break, we set up our own beach, in the rain, in the parking lot of the Cape Cod Mall:
We drove back to Boston last night, and ended up going dancing at Phoenix Landing in Central Square:
I honestly couldn't have asked for a better one day vacation.
A decidedly left-brained musician with a set of eyes that tend to lie to her. On a journey to find some insight into/love for the visual arts, one artist/exhibit/eureka-moment at a time. Likes include glitchy beats, NPR, and high heels.
