February 10th: a weather break and a finished song
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 147
Woke around 9ish, wrote a for a while, then went to the arts building and finished the "mushroom hymn" whose working title is now called "End of an Era." The words came easily once I got the subject matter. It's about the David Enright's killing off of our music alliance, and therefore friendship. The first time I sang it with the completed words, I cried. I hadn't realized how deep I'd pushed those feelings until I faced them head-on in song format. It's a deeply satisfying song, with builds and breaks and payoffs and a lilting harp-like verse melody.
I returned to my room, cleansed and accomplished. I ate some salami sandwiches and wrote more until a knock came on my door. Mike had stopped by and he brought good weather with him. Had he not interrupted, I might have written on until dark, missed the sunlight completely. We grabbed a quick lunch at the hotel, then hopped a cab to Mike's school, tossed the frisbee on the field for a while. It wasn't exactly warm, but the sun felt invigorating. Clouds of varying grey skulked around, but left the sunbeams unhindered. The vastness of sky, the sun and the silence all reminded me of the West. Just what I needed.
We stopped after a half hour, both of us feeling a little dehydrated and winded, in a good way. We then played Worms waiting for Rhys and Jeni to wake, apparently they had all stayed up until 3am playing Worms the night before. 6pm rolled around before we knew it, and Jeni came in, inquired about dinner plans. We planned on going to Sandy's but she was closed for the holiday, so we opted for the tents. We collected Rhys, who has been busy ripping my entire music collection.
We sat and ate fried rice, pumpkin cakes, chicken and peanuts, etc. Two chef guys tried to give me cigarettes, and since it no longer works to deny them, I accept their gift, then just stick them behind my ear "for later," but later involves giving them to my friends who do smoke. Tonight I put them in the brim of my cap, like some Phillip Morris press pass.
A Chinese kid named Darren sat with us, tried to offer us fish heads, which even he wouldn't eat. He practiced English with us, and tried to invite himself along to our night life plans, but the plans were just more Worm tournaments. At 1:40, I had to call it a night. My eyes itched and my throat felt swollen (allergies and/or being in close proximity to three smokers). I scaled the gate, got a cab and returned to my room, my empty school. I miss Erin and Matt, and I'm beginning to get worried about them. Sleep came like an anvil.
Woke around 9ish, wrote a for a while, then went to the arts building and finished the "mushroom hymn" whose working title is now called "End of an Era." The words came easily once I got the subject matter. It's about the David Enright's killing off of our music alliance, and therefore friendship. The first time I sang it with the completed words, I cried. I hadn't realized how deep I'd pushed those feelings until I faced them head-on in song format. It's a deeply satisfying song, with builds and breaks and payoffs and a lilting harp-like verse melody.
I returned to my room, cleansed and accomplished. I ate some salami sandwiches and wrote more until a knock came on my door. Mike had stopped by and he brought good weather with him. Had he not interrupted, I might have written on until dark, missed the sunlight completely. We grabbed a quick lunch at the hotel, then hopped a cab to Mike's school, tossed the frisbee on the field for a while. It wasn't exactly warm, but the sun felt invigorating. Clouds of varying grey skulked around, but left the sunbeams unhindered. The vastness of sky, the sun and the silence all reminded me of the West. Just what I needed.
We stopped after a half hour, both of us feeling a little dehydrated and winded, in a good way. We then played Worms waiting for Rhys and Jeni to wake, apparently they had all stayed up until 3am playing Worms the night before. 6pm rolled around before we knew it, and Jeni came in, inquired about dinner plans. We planned on going to Sandy's but she was closed for the holiday, so we opted for the tents. We collected Rhys, who has been busy ripping my entire music collection.
We sat and ate fried rice, pumpkin cakes, chicken and peanuts, etc. Two chef guys tried to give me cigarettes, and since it no longer works to deny them, I accept their gift, then just stick them behind my ear "for later," but later involves giving them to my friends who do smoke. Tonight I put them in the brim of my cap, like some Phillip Morris press pass.
A Chinese kid named Darren sat with us, tried to offer us fish heads, which even he wouldn't eat. He practiced English with us, and tried to invite himself along to our night life plans, but the plans were just more Worm tournaments. At 1:40, I had to call it a night. My eyes itched and my throat felt swollen (allergies and/or being in close proximity to three smokers). I scaled the gate, got a cab and returned to my room, my empty school. I miss Erin and Matt, and I'm beginning to get worried about them. Sleep came like an anvil.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 2/10/2005 04:20:00 AM ]
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