I had a weird dream the other night. I woke up thinking I was about to die. Absolutely no joke. I couldn't get up, I was scared. In the dream I was in more intense physical pain than I've ever felt in my life. Why am I mentioning this? Ponder it, and tell me your thoughts.
I went to see my dad's big band last night, Capitol. It made me miss these days.
That was when I was fifteen (I don't know what's going on with my hair, either). Band camp, how I miss you so. Seriously, those really were the best times. Except I hated the clarinet so it wasn't always rosy in the garden.
When we were on the way home, my friends had these guys on in the car. Turns out these sexy German men can make the most annoying song on the planet sound good. Give it a listen.
They do a bangin' cover of Leona Lewis as well.
Anyways, I was reading 'The Last Song' over the holidays. Actually, I finished it in two days so it's not really an over the holidays effort but still. I'm not a Sparks fan, but that book was really moving.
It's like, three weeks 'til I turn 20. I'm a bit upset about it, actually. I know that's silly. Birthdays usually freak me out a bit though. On the upside, I'm going to see Buble in two weeks! Yay!
Have a good weekend folks, listen to some music!
M x
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I suffered through clarinet, too, but enjoyed making music with the band. That was great, and I remember playing "Saturday in the Park." Later they needed more French horn players so I switched. That was better, and I liked the horn parts Handel's Water Music and Shostakovich's Night on Bald Mountain. But when I moved to an all-academic school without a band, I took up steel string acoustic guitar - better for solo dudes. Though I was never that good, I've recently been thinking about taking it back up again just for relaxation time.
Why upset by twenty? Is it that, without "-teen," you're longer on harsh self expectation? Is age thrusting you into the world?