Ferris Fucking Bueller.

Bo Fucking Sox.

So it turns out I got an A on that music test I was bitching about a couple days ago. I had the Haydn thing right all along, and I didn't mix them up. I guess I should learn to trust myself more.

Yay I changed my page. I kind of customized it myself in the template. I am proud to introduce my new sophisticated blog. :)

"I'm not quite healing fine/ and I'm not quite sleeping fine./ But when you come around/ I think that I'm alright./ And I always have to stay/ in these places that I hate/ And I always have to stay/ in these places that I can't be me." -Emme Packer

I really love Emme's music. She's great, but no one knows about her because she's a local artist in Utah. I heard about her from dmusic.com which is a really good source to hear music from people who are not out to make a quick buck. This is real music. Not just commercial.

In my intro to music class, we are learning about the Romantic period now. Beethoven was the quintessencial Romantic composer because he broke out of the mold of Mozart and Haydn who basically sold out and wrote music for their sponsors. Beethoven represented the "suffering artist" who suffered for his art. Sorry, I seem to be talking a lot about Beethoven lately. Its just that I find him fascinating, and always have. So what if he was moody? You would be too if you were going deaf, and struggling with lead poisoning.

Maybe I connect because I am moody, and the "temperamental musician," as my father likes to call me.

But I'm drifting towards the aimless now.

So back on topic. I think this is what makes me more of a Romantic artist rather than Classical or Baroque. Music should be played for emotion and feeling, rather than played for the sake of itself. Connection to it with your own life is what truly makes it great...not money, or the sake of creation.

I have a quote on my wall from my friend John, that says: "When rocking out, change keys as many times as you can. The only fear in music is sounding terrible, and once this is accomplished you can move on to a deeper and more spiritual understanding of music and the most direct link in ones body-- hands to brain, brain to conceptual understanding of feelings."

He's a regular Plato that John Miller. Mad props to you today.

I miss him.

I'm sitting here eating my peanut butter sandwich for lunch, and Thursday is looking so far away.

It was hard last night to fall asleep without you. My bed was cold.