Posts Tagged ‘Oval’

You know it’s spring at UM…

Sunday, March 20th, 2005

Current Listening: Good Riddance – “There’s No ‘I’ in Team” (Bound by Ties of Blood and Affection)
You can write your congressmen / And fucking spit in the wind / For all the good it’ll do you friend

… when the hippies are walking on those damn tightrope things and the preppy kids are strumming Dave Matthews Band songs in the oval.

Gimmie winter back.


Friday, April 11th, 2003

Super-Long Special Small Font Movie Quote of the Update:

Frodo: I can’t do this Sam!

Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back — only they didn’t. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding on to Sam?

Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo and it’s worth fighting for.

— The Two Towers (Indirectly J.R.R. Tolkien)

Throughout the war, Iraqi Information Minister Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf has been keeping me in stitches with his announcement about the advance of American troops (go to Something Awful to see what I mean). But this levity got me to thinking. Now, obviously, our government wouldn’t lie to us; and there’s no way that the media isn’t getting at some of the truth. But how do we know that what they’re telling us is the truth? After all, they’re still clinging to the pretense of ‘weapons of mass destruction.’ Anyway, something serious.

I got mega-drums done, including (finally) drums for “Knockout.” That song has some bar of 6/4 time! Wow! I should actually have some demos for the band by the end of the weekend.

I wrote a poem comparing somebody establishing in his or her niche to a Hobbit. It’s long, but not too long. I think Mom will like it; she’s a big Tolkien buff. I’m thinking of creating a ‘band’ to showcase my Poppier music (‘poppier’ is so close, keyboard-wise, to ‘poopier’):

  1. Eye Candy
  2. Knockout
  3. Old People Scare Me
  4. Not My World
  5. Laura
  6. Am I Immature?
  7. Mama Said Knock You Out
  8. Scene

And I could write more. I dunno. I’m still toying with the idea. Ideally, NWI would learn almost all of them.

Man, it’s damn nice here, weather-wise. Warm, light later. The Oval is, as someone on my floor said, like a resort. I’ve been out to play my guitar several times. I hope it lasts and we don’t get a friggin’ snowstorm.

OK. It’s bedtime. I’ve been oversleeping and missing waaay too many early-morning classes lately.



Thursday, February 20th, 2003

I really want to play a show, so I made some posts on ye olde Internet, and if people come through I should be able to make some calls tomorrow. Our last show was… unreceptive. I’ve written some new songs, damn good ones I think, and it’d be nice to learn them so we don’t have to play so many covers. I’m nervous when I’m playing, yes, but in heaven (hm… what have I describe like that before?). Plus, just getting up there, pounding off some songs, and getting into things will help me to… forget certain things that have been bugging me.

The last real show Nerds With Instruments had was in November at Higgins Hall. True, we had one in January, but it was a birthday party for a bunch of underclassmen… an high school ones at that. They weren’t the typical audience for a punk band, to put it lightly. Still we played well.

I just read that there is a series of underground tunnels here on campus that connect most of the buildings. Cool. I gotsta figger me’s a ways to get in thar. Nah, I don’t really want to go down there. still, it would be pretty awesome.

So I might not go home for the weekend. I might stay to see The Miracle Worker on Friday or Saturday night, depending on when tickets are available. I want to go home, just to play with the band, but since we rarely practice, I doubt this weekend would be any exception. I posted a thing on, looking for musicians to form a Ramonish band, but probably nothing will come of it.

I’m feeling so empty in my life right now. I’ve always kind of felt that way, but especially now. Where am I going? Why? Is it worth it?