2001-07-13 - 4:36 p.m.
too many friends, not enough time
that's the thing about these afternoon thunderstorms. they just make the day so dreary all of a sudden. the day is beautiful and sunny and you go into a meeting and come out and suddenly it's dusk four hours ahead of the sun going down and the sky is gray and man it's just so hard to keep your good mood.
but my mood has been good. it's been good most of the week. i can't explain it, really. it just has been. and i'm happy about that. i'm glad. really.
last night went over to OriginalWhiteGuy's and played music. good and bad. i played some of my more recent compositions for him and he was very appreciative of them. it was good for my confidence to see his reactions. however, playing together reminded me of how terrible our musical vibe is sometimes. i never really understood how much we clash until i played with jo3. same planet, different worlds.
it has very little to do with skill, and more to do with sympathico. jo3 and i just mesh well when playing. i know when he's going to change tempo without knowing how or why. sometimes he shoots me a look and i usually know what it means. a few weeks ago we were playing an ani song for probably the second time ever, and we hit the last four notes in perfect synchronicity. we just have always functioned as a unit musically.
OriginalWhiteGuy and i have always clashed musically. it has nothing to do with intentions. we just could never get in sync. we kept losing the rhythm, or getting out of sync. we usually sounded like crap, and it's just because we don't work well together musically.
i don't know why.
we get along very well in pretty much all other aspects, but musically, well...
all that crap being said, it was great to talk with him and hang out for a bit. loved it. really loved it.
gonna see ShuaMan on sunday, i hope. not too long now before he heads for the great wilds to attend school. gotta get in some quality time while i can.
too many friends sometimes. but really, never too many friends.
just too much to do.
speaking of, i'm getting outta this damn place and getting on with life.
hasta whatever, kiddie-roonies.