I am 39% Evil Genius
I want to be evil. I do evil things. But given the opportunity, and a darn good reason I may turn to the good side. Besides I am probably a miserable evil genius.
Take the Evil Genius Test at fuali.com
So I'm a little bit evil geniusy, so sue me. I was just being honest...
Glad to say I spoke to Marty today. Thanks for calling...made my day. Things have been very domestically oriented today - laundry, cleaning out the fridge, calling my mother, and so on. Tis time to get down to the real deal and to write about J.L. Godard and the status of communication. Should be interesting...but probably difficult to set out. If I get enough done I'm off to Forrest's for "The Seth Party" -- maybe just to find out what the fuck that all means. Who knows. F. Perry is a card. He may even be a Marxist, although I don't think that is quite true...although he is definitely interested in Marxist ideals.
What else? (this is a sort of elabortation on other parts of last post, if you're interested). I had my concert on Wed, it went really well...there was a so-so philo contingent showing up to support yours truly, with CJ, Caleb, Josh, and Nik in tow. It was awesome that they came out. ANd then we all went out to Bosco's for some bierce (as M.N. would say) and then Caleb convinced me to jam out with him at this open mic night thing... He really wanted me to just sing at the table - because I told him I was a sorta sometimes singer, and I had done Marty's production...and so he wanted me to sing right there...and I was not really into it at that moment. He was trying to get me to sing every possible Boys to Men song - (is it Boyz II Men? Something like this...Boys II Men? I think the former is the proper designation) - even though most of it isn't in my range, particularly the "Girl, I'm sorry" guy with the really LOW voice. Huh. It went sorta ok, but one song he wanted to do modulates a whole lot, and is difficult to tune into, even when sober...so you know how that went. "Tangled Up in Blue" was good though. Whatever.
Well off to do workity work.
Shorty
Hey out there in radio land. Or something anyway...This week has been crazy between rehearsal for the concert / the concert / class / work / and the studying that I really didn't do. All this coupled with my favorite interlude of the semester being in and out of town on Saturday / Sunday, and then returning on Tuesday. This was both good and bad, but in the reverse order, if you will. I was all kinda freaked out about the whole deal with D. Navel, and then somehow, after many a thought to myself (as well as aloud to my roommate), at the concert / at Bosco's afterwards...things ironed themselves out. I am working on a poetry trilogy that kind of brings it all together...I posted the first part of it a while back, when there was no trilogy to be had...Apparently I love the ellipsis in this post, so I should stop soon. I'll let you know how everything is going when I resurface again at some point. This weekend, I have to buckle down into isolationist mode in order to do some much needed writing.
I played "Station to Station" on my show Wednesday - this fucked up live one that is on a soundtrack to a German film about a teenager's drug addiction. I really want to see this movie, but forget the exact title. Christine H? SOmething weird like this.
Sorry I'm a bit scatty at the moment. I've had better days. Then again, I've had worse. I just feel a bit under the weather, but am in good spirits.
Stormy Weather
When you read the title, hopefully you soulfully sing it to yourself, and if you don't know the words, I'll give you a few:
"Don't know whyyyyyy / There's no sun up, in the sky / Stormy weather / Since my man and I ain't together / Keeps rainin all the tiiiime / The time..." etc. Brilliant fucking song. I sing it in elevators quite often, as it suits my alto / tenor range to a tee, and keeps my jazz lovin voice happy. Go figure. And yes, it is raining here. There was a tornado warning earlier today, which was kinda freaky, and the sky still looks a bit odd. On my way here (the library) the sky was still light enough in its cloudy haze to look really gorgeous against the black silhouette of the trees. It's sights like this that make me into a drawer of trees rather than a swinger of birches.
I'm actually in a really upbeat mood, despite (or maybe because of) the rain. I feel like I'm in Scotland a bit. It's a bit colder than it's been, and I'm diggin on the change and the general mood of it all. The papers still remain (heh heh heh), but I've been doing lots o' reading. I need to do some writing before the eve is over, so wish me luck in my papering VORTEX!
