May 9th

Having extended dinner at a greek restaurant and being able to indulge not only food-, but also drinkwise and then driving home by bike and, while not being too intoxicated (don't drink and drive, even on a bike, not much, anyway), being just intoxicated enough from the food and the wine and the good, nay excellent company to drive home without stopping and not noticing that it's uphill all the way FTW YAY! \o/

Good night. :)

I was reminded of this...

Fred Astaire is Love. This is in my opinion among his best performances, and the moment all those years (decades?) ago I saw those guys do the 4/4 and him dancing to it was the moment I realized that rhythm is music.

I can still clap along to it. In fact, I can't help myself but clap along to it.

"Are you OK?" - "I don't know."

I think I need to get back into classical music, maybe a string quartet or some other chamber music thing. I miss playing classical music, I miss the fun and discipline of people of roughly the same level taking a piece of music and developing it, I miss having to work for what I play. Also, frankly, I don't know how long I will be able to stay in the band. Note: not how long the band will exist, but how long I can stay. The level of frustration, annoyance and anger is steadily rising, both musically and interpersonally. I like them all (admittedly to varying degrees, and as long as they don't go all patronizingly alpha-male on me), and I'll cheerfully eat, drink and be merry with them. But I don't know if I can still play music with them. And it's not a nice feeling.