I’m sitting in a Barnes & Noble. One with a lot of natural lighting and I chose a seat that is being flooded by sunlight. It’s really plush. Might even be sunken in leathery type of plush. And I’m waiting for him. I’m listening to the kids in the children section; they can be heard chasing each other around, I can hear the cappuccino machine whirring and hissing behind the counter.
Then he walks up to me….
Don’t ruin your quiet by tweeting about it, Quill….
Listening: Piano Phase by Steve Reich. It goes with the rain in an Exorcist type of way. Hopefully these 5:00 on a Sunday evening demons will be cast out of me. Cast out of my house. The consistent visiting is admirable but in no way desired.
Reading: Automated emails sent from the federal government regarding my applications for employment. If nothing else, I just need them accepted and processed. Things have become so bad that I think I’ve become grateful for just a potential employer taking the time to acknowledge my resume.
Doing: Inhaling these candles I got while in Little Five Points, Atlanta. They’re making me want more.
Eating: Peanut Butter Crunch. I’m not hungry at all. That light bowl was going to be my pauper’s dinner. Tomorrow I’ll wish I had more.
Drinking: Looks like it’s going to be all water tonight because I need a chaser like H2O to accompany the Zzzquil I’ve downed earlier. No insomnia tonight.
Wearing: a green wifebeater. that’s all.
Feeling: Oh - so did I tell you what I was listening to?
Weather: Isolated thunderstorms, overcast, rain. so did I tell you what I was listening to?
Wanting: A new place of employment. My peace of mind is kinda like a car 127 miles past it’s scheduled oil change. I can keep driving. But eventually something internally is going to give out.
Needing: To refocus and remove the distraction that was pointed out to me on Friday. Now that I’ve identified the distraction I must make a conscious effort to remove it. The people will understand. They always understand. It’s been a really nice 90 days.
Thinking: Who is he? Where is he? How is he?
Enjoying: So did I tell you what I was listening to?
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Listening: these cars outside. it’s not raining yet but I swear the cars outside are giving me the perfect prelude for what’s to come.
Reading: this life membership listing for work. Yes I’m working from home when I really should be laying with my back on the floor and my barefeet aimed towards the chandelier of the great room, giggling uncontrollably at how amazing and incredible i am and how feeble and idiotic they are. either way - they’d still be in my fucking house after 5p.
Doing: i’m watching the hunger games. i love the first half of the hunger games - like - right before they begin fighting. there’s something about District 12 coming out in flames and then Steve Reich playing in the background as each tribute runs for their ammunition. give. me. life.
Speaking of Steve Reich (and please say nothing about my “caps, caps here - no caps there” inconsistent capitalization methods) I was watching the best of Chris Farley SNL this weekend on Netflix and realized that during his commercial sketch for Hibernol, Music for 18 Musicians is playing in the background. It was probably the most amazing part of my watching. Now every time I hear Section II I’m going to see him fighting off a cold.
Eating: Chicken. florentine. spinach. thing. out of a frozen bag. haven’t eaten all day. lucky i didn’t get another meat lovers pizza.
Drinking: Ginless Sierra Mist.
Wearing: just a t-shirt. oh and dress socks. how even is….
Feeling: hopeless. depression trying to settle but too busy with work to give it room.
Weather: Cloudy 68°F with pending rain.
Wanting: the opposite of what I’m currently feeling.
Needing: tongue. right. there.
Thinking: I really need to figure out what’s about to happen with this here life of mine. I’m no longer in my 20s. I can’t just live day-in; day-out - hoping for everything to fall into place. I need to have a map and a goal. My current map seems to be as effective as a local bus schedule.
Enjoying: everything I’m listening to currently. that is it. ONLY what i’m listening to.
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So he went back to New York, formed Steve Reich and Musicians – who, in an early echo of events at the Bloc Festival, performed everywhere from art galleries to discos – humped furniture with Philip Glass and developed his phasing technique. He went to Ghana to study African drumming.
“You could get a cheap ticket if you went to some place in east London and got some ticket that said you were a Nigerian flight engineer,” he frowns. “Do I look like a Nigerian flight engineer?” He came back with a case of malaria, and a renewed conviction that he was following the right path.
not a question. just thanking you for your recent post about unfuck my habitat. beyond that I enjoy everything you share. ;)
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Pretty sure my house will be just as minimal as the music I clean to after dealing with these blogs.
This and Drumming I-IV by Steve Reich has been the bulk of my evening since I returned from Baltimore’s 2012 Artscape festival. I’ve dusted, vacuumed and created a pile of books to “free”.
Now to Unfuck my morning…
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This whole thing is about Civility:
Come Out is a 1966 piece by American composer Steve Reich. He was asked to write this piece to be performed at a benefit for the retrial of the Harlem Six, six black youths arrested for committing a murder during the Harlem Riot of 1964 for which only one of the six was responsible. Truman Nelson, a civil rights activist and the person who had asked Reich to compose the piece, gave him a collection of tapes with recorded voices to use as source material. Nelson, who chose Reich on the basis of his earlier work It’s Gonna Rain, agreed to give him creative freedom for the project.
-wikipedia
Inspired Steve Reich
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Dolly.
Listen:
Mesmerizing.
Ingredients:
4 women’s voices, 4 pianos, 3 marimbas, 2 clarinets, 2 xylophone, 1 violin, 1 cello, and 1 metallophone, and one very innovative composer.
Steve Reich - Music For 18 Musicians
Listen here on YouTube to hear it as one solid piece (without the jitter between tracks). Remember to set the quality as “480p”.
Image: Allen Ellison
dangerouswaters: Steve Reich - Six Pianos (CLUSTER, Bratislava Live 2009)
Jesus, this makes me so happy!
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“Then every photographer desires to have that little SLR implanted behind their cornea. Maybe if I had at least that I would be able to capture the light rail pulling off. The two boys sitting, waiting. The skate boarders. The ants that allowed greed to consume their beings by all becoming trapped on the sticky sweetness of a Jolly Rancher. The drunkard across from me being splashed, unbeknownst to him, by sunlight on the other side of the train.
The tall buildings and the people canoeing. The sticky of the bueer and beer can rolling down the southbound side of the train. Oh but photography can’t capture how intoxicating and sour the alcohol smelled. Mouth parted on the driver of the 33. And then there’s no real way to capture the STALE. The smell of sweating and all day. The #3 smelled of all day. Crowded from stop number one. The sexy ass underarmour with the big guns. Three pairs of shorts and still revealed his underarmour. (smile)
The sleepy eyes. Her name was Renee. Renee nodded like she was high. Fucked up and high. The blackberry next to me checking CNN mobile for Michael Jackson updates. He put his world on pause for a few Zs. That old stink by the back door should move. The bus would move faster. I traveled with a scowl. Six Pianos by Steve Reich banging. My nose, annoyed. My ears fucking without a nut. And then I swear, I’m snow white because I see baby turtledoves, squirrels, cardinals, rabbits, and jogging Robin redbreasts everyday while walking home.
I’m going to take a 20 minute shower and think about everything I saw.”
-excerpt from journal
6/25/2009
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