That's an Elton John song, by the way, the title to this blog. Let's just get that out of the way to start out with so no one gets the wrong idea. There wasn't anything close to fighting going on today. I don't know why but it's always the first thing that pops in my head anytime the words "Saturday" and "night" are conjoined in the same sentence. And I've never even heard the song.
So this was a chill out day. Study the moods sort of day. Keep Dad company and fly through the netflix rentals sort of evening. Finished Fanny & Alexander (the FAR superior television version - how often does one get to say that?) and watched the Squid and the Whale. Probably won't be going back to the Squid and the Whale, definitely won't be going back to it as often as I'll continue to revisit Fanny & Alexander.
Last night was a good and bad night for me. Remember how in my last post I concluded things by saying something about how I gotta "get out there" and "start doing stuff" and insecurities weren't so much a "big deal" in these parts for me anymore? Well, lesson learned is (yet again) don't write checks your blog can't cash. Had a jam with Mark and Chouser, went reasonably well. We got pretty fucked up over the course of it. Had to play extra loud since Havlin's band was practicing on the other side of the wall. That was a collison I had wanted to avoid. Not Havlin personally, just was hoping to have a night where things could get accomplished. But as a result of two bands having to play over the top of each other all night it ended up just being fun. I mean, there could've been some productivity in there - it's always good to get out there and play with people. But it would've been nice to lay some shit out, get Chouser acclaimated to the sound so that he could see if it'd be his style or not (his first jam with Mark and me). I can tell it's probably not his bag, which is fine, I'm pretty sure the world isn't quite ready yet either.
Macbook Pro will be here a lot sooner than expected. Ships now March 3rd instead of the 21st. So stoked. At work, in between calls, I pretty much just read articles and watch videos and look at pics of this stupid computer. It's pathetic and if I had to wait until later March to actually get it I'm sure my penis would've turned itself inside out. Once that arrives I may just go into recording seclusion and emerge every now and then in search of guest musicians. If anyone can play some hot trumpet for me let's get in touch. I've got some parts in mind for you. Okay, the battery is about to die on this thing. So I'm gonna finish up chatting with Paul on facebook and go to bed. Peace.
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I play the clarinet, which is obviously the first type of horn that one would turn to for rocking out. Either that or the recorder. It's really a toss-up, which is why I am proficient on both instruments. So, yeah, too bad I'm booked with gigs up here or I'd totally help you out with your music plans. And no, you can't sample any of my music in your songs. Also.
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