Is Kacerov hell? I don't think so. I am unable to type without thinking about my fingers. That is a bad thing. Time whistles around me. At least we have a new washing machine here. I go back over and over again to the words.... life is just a series of moments, one after the other. I gotta get out of it. Maybe Michal well help me on Sunday. ...
Life takes so fucking long. ...
Something has infested me and refused to go away. In other words, I am fantastically ill. Summary --> Hovno.
Job:
It is petering out. The capriciousness of Jan Kovarik is denting not only mine but many others' delight in remaining more than 30 seconds within a few metres of him. After the recent money scandal, I am going to stretch my illness to as long as possible, then, in the end, not return at all. Summary --> Fucker.
Music:
I've completed about 70% of the portion of Draperies I mentioned ...
The melody came out like this:
a (down to) e f d
(up to) b (down to) e f d
(down to) b (up to) d f# g#
I was pleased when I first invented it, but feel like it could grow a bit stale over time without suitable variation. I'll let it spin round my head a bit longer. The melody will undoubtedly be used later as the basis for one of the 'songs' (ie, vocal portions of the piece) with many subtle changes showing up, but I suspect the root notes will remain the same. Therefore, that second...
I got an email from Tone-tone this morning expressing interest (which, admittedly, comes intermittently anyway) in musicking together. I am to set up a way to share files. This is a fascinating concept, for sure, but time constraints (or is it possibly just laziness) have seen me balking every time in the past. This balking surrounds the creation of new groovy tunes, as well. Perhaps these will help:
- Start out writing simple things.
- Make them short.
- Two to three parts only. ...
My workmates scratch themselves. The sound flits into my ears from my front, from my back, and from my left side. Three scratching workmates. The one behind me cracks his knuckles then emits an overly forced sounding cough while the one before me sneezes, covering his distorted maw just in time with cupped hands. The keys of my laptop click in unison with my thoughts. It's a simple day full of sensory input usually ignored. The small click of the joints on my glasses as I straighten them even sounds monstro...
The bus wheels me into another day. Apathy suffuses me. I need inspiration! I need to scrape off my skin and once again soar. ...
Why should anyone have to deal with regular bashing of his/her personality? Is it masachism or phlegmatism which keeps many in such positions? It is absurd to remain in the presence of people who beat you down to make themselves feel better. ...
Last night I watched 'Match Point', a film I knew absolutely nothing about before popping it into the DVD drive. I soon found it that Woody Allen directed it. Well, I thought, at least there is that. He usually injects a bit of depth into his films. The story turned out to be quite unexpected. I was happily surprised. The protagonist, in the end, chooses a life which is more comfortable over a life which is unstable but arguably makes him much more happy/satisfied. The film does not take any sides on this ...
When I was in Praha two weeks ago, I told Michal all about LucÃÂa. Well, probably not ALL about, but a good deal, anyway. We were rather blasted at the time, for sure. Since then (and prior, to an extent) the feeling has washed over me that it is finally time. Of course, I have written drivel similar to that sentence a multitude of times in the past, so it may not be immediately believed. Still, the feeling floods. The floorboards of my mind are sodden. The rafters will soon be entombed in the deluge. I ...
I haven't seen this film in over 15 years. My opinions shall follow. ...
