So for the record, I'm completely over having "favorites"on my profile. It's just kind of weird picking them out, and you know, what constitutes a favorite?
Witty journal entries?
Keen fashion sense?
Big knockers?
That being said, I changed them around a bit, & only just now noticed that they've all got really similar hairstyles. So in closing, I am apparently all about the hair.
In other news, I've been reflecting on the times, and my personal history, and I just feel so emarrassed for ever having upheld the seemingly corporate-oriented habit of "genrefication".
If I never cast another broad generalization, nor waste another hour of my life discussing the subtle discerning intricacies of (insert obscure musical "movement" or trend), then wow will I ever be pleased. As punch. Really good punch... like with Reed's ginger brew in it.
It's just such a testament to how little we know about things, when we feel a need to create some little group for it to separate it from what is quite often, just like it.
Lastly, I've revised my performance idea around, for this month's last Thursday performance. Rather than performing spontaneous originals blended with snippets of classic (hair oriented[whoa... it's becoming pervasive!]) rock tunes (think Whitesnake), I'll instead attempt to piece together a group of dancers to get down furiously to the sound of the cow bell... and maybe some keyboard drums, not sure. We'll trade off CBD (cow-bell-duty), and get down alternately.
If you've got like, 10 people getting down, more will jump in. Which... you know, a bunch of people freaking out to the cow bell... that's kind of beautiful. In both the way that acknowledges irony, and (perhaps particularly) in the way that does not.
Still reading?
Nice.
I also want to put on a performance in the courtyard of my building, wherein we show a film with live instrumentation. I've seen Mood Area 52 do this, but with Nosferatu, which was too bad. Call me silly, but it really does strike me as blatant bigotry, that film.
I was thinking that with some laptops, drums, guitar, and bass, we could make some big epic soundtrack up against some great, possibly very non-epic type of film.
I'm just a total sucker for getting that depth out of something so clearly shallow, or superficial.
Okay, I'm just talking now.
I'll never stop repping the streets... all of them.
(((Aguilar)))
Witty journal entries?
Keen fashion sense?
Big knockers?
That being said, I changed them around a bit, & only just now noticed that they've all got really similar hairstyles. So in closing, I am apparently all about the hair.
In other news, I've been reflecting on the times, and my personal history, and I just feel so emarrassed for ever having upheld the seemingly corporate-oriented habit of "genrefication".
If I never cast another broad generalization, nor waste another hour of my life discussing the subtle discerning intricacies of (insert obscure musical "movement" or trend), then wow will I ever be pleased. As punch. Really good punch... like with Reed's ginger brew in it.
It's just such a testament to how little we know about things, when we feel a need to create some little group for it to separate it from what is quite often, just like it.
Lastly, I've revised my performance idea around, for this month's last Thursday performance. Rather than performing spontaneous originals blended with snippets of classic (hair oriented[whoa... it's becoming pervasive!]) rock tunes (think Whitesnake), I'll instead attempt to piece together a group of dancers to get down furiously to the sound of the cow bell... and maybe some keyboard drums, not sure. We'll trade off CBD (cow-bell-duty), and get down alternately.
If you've got like, 10 people getting down, more will jump in. Which... you know, a bunch of people freaking out to the cow bell... that's kind of beautiful. In both the way that acknowledges irony, and (perhaps particularly) in the way that does not.
Still reading?
Nice.
I also want to put on a performance in the courtyard of my building, wherein we show a film with live instrumentation. I've seen Mood Area 52 do this, but with Nosferatu, which was too bad. Call me silly, but it really does strike me as blatant bigotry, that film.
I was thinking that with some laptops, drums, guitar, and bass, we could make some big epic soundtrack up against some great, possibly very non-epic type of film.
I'm just a total sucker for getting that depth out of something so clearly shallow, or superficial.
Okay, I'm just talking now.
I'll never stop repping the streets... all of them.
(((Aguilar)))
VIEW 13 of 13 COMMENTS
diello:
does everything look good for the performance?
serendipity:
Really? OK,Thanks doggie, I'll check it out!