tomorrow's my birthday. yay? I don't really like to tell people. Oh my. now i'm talking to my xanga. how exciting. When I tell people, it seems like a greedy, GIMME PRESENTS! kinda thing... maybe i'm just imagining it, but from my standpoint it seems like a stuck-up thing to do.
I'm writing another song. It's awesome. straight-up E major. Really calming, almost like "Lord is it mine" by Supertramp. I'll write it out and throw it at Akio so he can write lyrics... as soon as I figure out how it's gonna continue! I only have the beginning bit (with a melody), and an ascending part that ascends back to an E major. I can change it to realative minor... I'll have to play around with it. It basically goes IV/I/IV/I/iiim/iim/V actually a chord progression I've been fooling around with for some time. All simple diatonic triad stuff, but it goes a long way.
I basically never listen to classical. but this new piece I found is one of my favorites. The last 2 movements ( in this vid) are so fiery/elegant/flowing/awesome they'll knock your socks off.
So anyhow, spring break! exciting, although i'm spending the majority of it thinking angrily about why I am sitting in a car driving to San Francisco and back looking at colleges. It's freaking spring break, the eye of the freaking storm! and i'm going to be on trips longer than my ipod battery will last. that's too long. how am I supposed to stay sane when I can only vegetate to music for 4 hours at a time and my favorite pair of headphones broke during an impromptu wrestling match so i only have crappy earbuds?
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