Reading majic's journal

You know it's not as bad as the title makes it sound. There is some niceness about sitting alone for a change. You can focus more and when you don't want to speak to your friends you just close your instant messenger. Haha.. Funny stuff..

Anyway, so I spent like an hour and a half chatting with harold_maude on IM. What can I say, only good stuff. Talked about art stuff and music and life and other stuff. Kind of refreshing, gotta get a little perspective every now and then to keep you honest.

I spend the bulk of my online time talking to boring techy guys on IRC. You know the kind of people who don't know what the word "emotion" is, nor have they experienced anything remotely close to passion. Unless it's defined by compiling the latest patch level of the Linux kernel or by how 'Zen' Gnome is. Yeah the teck shit is becoming real boring for me these days.

So harold_maude and I got to talking about playing the piano and how much we loved it and our style of playing. Seems we both just sit down and play, don't need any steenking sheet music, nor do we spend time sight reading. Nah, that's for the birds. These fingers need to play, the sounds need to make love with each other and resonate into a blissful ephiphany of music. Yeah, kinda like getting high on music. Haha. So she said she'd like to hear some of my stuff and that got me thinking, damn I need to record some stuff. I'll try to do that over Thanksgiving at my mother-in-laws in her music studio. I can go there and have total peace and quiet and get down to business. I can't promise any awesome work but I can play some notes and record them to a tape then digitize it to mp3. Infact I wanna do this right now but I'm 850 miles from the in-laws at the moment...

After she left IM I decided to open up a blank editor and write down some thoughts, just shit that came to my mind while thinking of being far away from friends. What I came up with is this cheesy piece:

I wanna share myself tonight
give you each piece of me
we could lay them out on the floor
one by one
we could count them or just look
maybe pick one up and shake it around
I'm sure it would make a weird sound
I even think there are some soft ones too
a little squishy and fun
hey what's this? It's a smile
not squishy... doesn't make a sound when I shake it
weird... I think it likes you...
there are some pieces shaped like circles
and squares and a few triangles too
not sure what they mean
I'm sure they helped me fail geometry class in high school
there are some that have memories
and others emotions
and a few with passions
and another set with music
I even think there are some there with your name on it
yeah, lets go search for them...

We were talking about distances between people and how frustrating it is when you find good friends and can only chat with them on the internet because they live at least 1500 miles from you (minimum). Something about Murphy's Law or something, goddamnit. Anyway, I'll bleed on these keys as I hear the ambulance pass by on the street.

So, where was I? Ah listening to Quicksand Jesus by Skid Row, thinking about the good times and the times yet to be had. Oh...

This has been another installment in 'total shit by majic', stay tuned tomorrow when he talks about how he's finally coming out of the closet. What are these high heals doing in my suit case? 0_o

This journal entry is void in Alaska, Hawaii and Puerto Rico... Read it while supplies last. Subject to change without notice at anytime. Not responsible for lost or stolen property. No shirt, no shoes, no service. Peace and hair grease and all that bubble gum jaz.

Ok enough, more later.

Don't hate the game, hate the playaz and remember to always love me... =)

This post was edited by majic on Nov 23, 2005.

:)

I'm looking forward to hearing your music. Play on, from your soul, and the music will be awsome.
I already know it is.
Don't ask me how I know, I just do.

I was talking to one of my roommates last night about trying to set somthing up to record a session of me just letting go and flying on the music that takes me where it will.

I get very uncomfortable when people start gathering to listen, but if I can get lost first, then I don't even know they are there.
When I come back to reality, I'm very quick to shut the keyboard off.

But there are a few people I want to share it with, you being one of those people.
So I will do what I can to get some on to somthing. I have no idea how, but something will come to me I'm sure.
In the mean time, I'm looking forward to hearing the music of your soul. :)

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.

Yeah the teck shit is becoming real boring for me these days.

I find myself going back to the tech shit the way, "a dog returns to its vomit."

It's so weird. I hated working for someone all day doing it. But when I'm home alone, I ask Null about read up on how to make batch files, Mozilla extensions, CSS, Samba...all kinds of good shit like that.

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