head_cheese (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} head_cheese) wrote,@ 2007-01-17 04:52:00 |
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impressions
R.I.P. Michael Brecker.
R.I.P. Alice Coltrane.
A rough weekend for jazz.
bar hopping
First time bar hopping in the states. And by hopping, I mean going with one friend to two different bars. But it was really cold! Watch City Brewing Company in particular was amazing, with 8 different delicious custom brews on tap. I may get a few growlers to take back with me to school.
let's get ready to rumble
School's going to start soonish. Within a week. I don't know if I'm ready for That Thing I Won't Shut Up About, but it never really matters, does it?
I've been playing Fight Night 2004 a lot, it's very fun.
a rough weekend for jazz
My electronics setup for my trombone just got a hell of a lot cooler. I acquired this, which basically can replicate any effect you can think of. The pedal on the side is for wah wah, which you can activate and de-activate at any time. I don't think I'll bust it out at Lush Life, but you never know.
There's a whole bunch of complicated shit surrounding electronic manipulation of music that I absolutely can't fathom. This includes effects, electronic instruments, and recording. It's all one big digital mess to me. Soon, though, I will understand.
millions of people
A theory. People always talk about how offensive I am. Or blunt. Straightforward is the nice way of saying it. I've noticed that whenever I make those kinds of remarks, I always think the recipient is going to take it better than they do. Sometimes I'm right, but that is not the general trend. The thing is, I don't deny that I am a least partially misanthropic.
lush life
January 26th, 10p-2a, ADPhi lounge. Our semiannual jazz cocktail party. As usual, my band will be making an appearance.
kind of blue
I was so depressed up until yesterday. I don't know what triggered it. Now it only comes back for brief spells.
my quest
To create the video game that makes it undeniable that video games are art. The Casablanca of video games (OK, I know that's actually a bad metaphor). All I really have to go on right now is that it would require an interface that is both intuitive and yet allows for a great deal of creativity from the user, hopefully in a way that isn't really possible to document. The wii controller makes me hopeful for this.
must clip
My friend worked as an intern on a show that runs on Adult Swim (I'm sure they'd want their name in decaps, thus, I spite them). It's great. It's called "Assy McGee," and it's basically about a walking butt wielding a gun that works as a New York City detective. I wish I could make this up.
I need to clip my fingernails. They always drive me crazy when they get long, and yet I never give myself the time to cut them.
R.I.P. Michael Brecker.
R.I.P. Alice Coltrane.
A rough weekend for jazz.
First time bar hopping in the states. And by hopping, I mean going with one friend to two different bars. But it was really cold! Watch City Brewing Company in particular was amazing, with 8 different delicious custom brews on tap. I may get a few growlers to take back with me to school.
School's going to start soonish. Within a week. I don't know if I'm ready for That Thing I Won't Shut Up About, but it never really matters, does it?
I've been playing Fight Night 2004 a lot, it's very fun.
My electronics setup for my trombone just got a hell of a lot cooler. I acquired this, which basically can replicate any effect you can think of. The pedal on the side is for wah wah, which you can activate and de-activate at any time. I don't think I'll bust it out at Lush Life, but you never know.
There's a whole bunch of complicated shit surrounding electronic manipulation of music that I absolutely can't fathom. This includes effects, electronic instruments, and recording. It's all one big digital mess to me. Soon, though, I will understand.
A theory. People always talk about how offensive I am. Or blunt. Straightforward is the nice way of saying it. I've noticed that whenever I make those kinds of remarks, I always think the recipient is going to take it better than they do. Sometimes I'm right, but that is not the general trend. The thing is, I don't deny that I am a least partially misanthropic.
January 26th, 10p-2a, ADPhi lounge. Our semiannual jazz cocktail party. As usual, my band will be making an appearance.
I was so depressed up until yesterday. I don't know what triggered it. Now it only comes back for brief spells.
To create the video game that makes it undeniable that video games are art. The Casablanca of video games (OK, I know that's actually a bad metaphor). All I really have to go on right now is that it would require an interface that is both intuitive and yet allows for a great deal of creativity from the user, hopefully in a way that isn't really possible to document. The wii controller makes me hopeful for this.
My friend worked as an intern on a show that runs on Adult Swim (I'm sure they'd want their name in decaps, thus, I spite them). It's great. It's called "Assy McGee," and it's basically about a walking butt wielding a gun that works as a New York City detective. I wish I could make this up.
I need to clip my fingernails. They always drive me crazy when they get long, and yet I never give myself the time to cut them.
