\t\t\t\ti got the piano fixed on Sunday, and played on it for about an hour
\nyesterday, and for 2 or 3 hours today. it’s amazing how time vanishes when
\ni sit and play. today i rambled through some Beethoven — Waldstein, op.
\n111, Appassionata, Rage Over a Lost Penny, and others. Also a William
\nBolcom tribute to Ernesto Nazareth, and other ragtime piece. those are
\nsweet pieces, hard to get into the hands.<\/p>\n
i re-visited Fanny Mendelssohn’s pieces… i can’t
\nremember the names, but the good ones are really excellent. of the
\nunder-rated woman composers from that era she is easily the most
\nunder-rated. i tried out Bach’s Art of Fugue on the piano, having learned
\nit mostly using the organ sound on my piano. that was a useful experience,
\nusing the organ sound for Bach’s keyboard music. the sustain of the notes
\nis the most obvious difference, but it has the effect of keeping me honest
\nand conforming to the genuine baroque keyboard style.<\/p>\n
the piano, fixed up again, sounds ok, but i am
\nthinking of getting into a Yamaha Avant Grand. I should try it first.
\nnot cheap but not ridiculously expensive. i pass by the showroom all the
\ntime, the only showroom in town that has these Yamahas (Yamahii?), but i
\nget skeered of going in, since the hard sell thing never makes me feel
\nvery worthy.<\/p>\n
i didn’t realize how much i missed having a working piano, though. i
\nstarted feeling connected to my body again, my body which feels poor these
\ndays, but will be fine. that is the meaning of piano playing to me. the
\nearthy, bodily connection between myself and an intellectual outlet. i
\nfeel like i am dancing across the keys, nurturing and kneading.<\/p>\n
today i thought about all those hours of my youth, full days’ worth of
\ntime spent practicing, playing, hacking and thrashing. was my youth
\nwasted, or was it a foundation for today, when i can play for 3 hours and
\nconnect with those days of long hours and work? others lament that they
\ncan not play, and will never be able to play. i felt a new gratitude for
\nmy foundation today. are not most youths wasted? i don’t think mine was.<\/p>\n
…..<\/p>\n
tomorrow i get a new copy of Windows 7 and commence to rebuild my desktop
\ncomputer. i decided to try the $100 option over the $2000 option, just for
\ngits and shiggles. should be a fun way to waste a day… another rainy
\nday. i’ve gotten by with just the laptop but it’s not going to be a full
\ndesktop replacement. i love the Airdesk, though.<\/p>\n
…..<\/p>\n
my GF stopped by last night, unexpectedly. we talk about things. we talk
\nabout lots of things. good things, direct things, no secrets and no
\navoiding the subjects of certain things. it’s good, i think. we were
\nbroken up for about 2 months, and have been back together for 2+
\nmonths, and it’s a lot better this time around. my
\nneck is sore from our last sexual encounter. i am sore all over from our
\nlast sexual encounter. sex sore.<\/p>\n
…..<\/p>\n
remembering a funny joke that i shared with the last person who fixed my
\npiano, but who was unable to do the job this time. the joke is:<\/p>\n
Q: What’s the difference between a pop musician and a jazz musician?
\nA: A pop musician plays 3 chords for 1000 people. A jazz musician plays
\n1000 chords for 3 people.<\/p>\n
hah.<\/p>\n
a few comments and asides stick in my mind for some reason. i think of
\nthem every day. they are inconsequential, mundane, maybe mildly amusing,
\nbut i don’t why i can’t get them out of my head. one comment was in the
\ncontext of a discussion about my web hosting company. they charge $5 for a
\nDNS change if you are on a virtual hosted account, but the changes can
\ntake days because the transaction has to go through the Sales department.
\nyou can’t just call and get the DNS change made, they have to forward the
\nrequest to Sales, which can take days to go through. the comment that for
\nsome reason surfaces in my mind almost every fucking day is “I don’t have
\na problem with the charge but I agree with you, the Sales delay is really
\nannoying.” i don’t know why i remember that comment every single day. the
\nfrustration and the dismay was hilarious to me.<\/p>\n
another exchange was when a friend was at my place, doing something on my
\ncomputer, when he asked if i had a printer online. he saw that i ahd a
\nprinter, it was turned on,so he said “cool”. i said “yeah, you just gotta
\nmake sure you tell it to print grayscale.” he demonstratively nodded his
\nhead, made a concave gesture with his mouth, and I said “because there’s
\nno more color ink in that thing.” he kept nodding and said “gotcha.”<\/p>\n
another exchange was between me and the bartender at a regular pub of
\nmine. the pub had just changed its menu, adding a cheeseburger and some
\nother things. the new menu had been in place for a few days, but evidently
\nno one among the regulars at the place had tried the new burger. i went to
\nthe place and said to the bartender: “i was about to make some food at
\nhome but i thought i’d come out here and try the new burger.” his response
\nwas affirmative and engaged. he nodded his head, put out his cigarette,
\nand said “oh, cool. great.” another regular customer at that place,
\nstanding nearby, said “nice.” everyone seemed to want to know how the new
\nburger was, how satisfying and tasty and juicy and lean. and there i was,
\nthe first regular customer at the pub to try the new burger, and i felt
\nimportant. i felt useful.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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