Another Wedensday
The usual pre-lims Bus ride, Coffee Ladro, Library, check out the things on the Library computer that I cant check out at home.
Oh, well, yeah a book store in the market, Leonard Bernstein, couple a books. Then the library. Ives, life with music, by Swafford, Spafford, something like that, I'd have to go into the next room to find out.
Walk up the hill stop at Olympic frame, where I last had the Volvo's wheels aligned.
Order a tall drip and biscotti.
The place in the Roosevelt district is now a coffee shop "Cloud City".
Actually Olympic frame is now "Victrola" I've been meaning to drop in for a while. I've been watching it morph over the last couple a years.
Inasmuch as all i drink is coffee black, I can't tell you whether it is any better or worse than any other coffee shop in town.
At home I drink Taster's Choice instant.
I was reminded of this shop because of Think Denk's mention of a "Cafe Victrola" on
15th which is further up the hill.
Bach and Handel never met either.
Lesson was typical, I continue to inch my way toward geniusosity.
I did get a little frisson of excitement, however, when David mentioned that the Salon was going to be held at Good Shepard instead of Soundbridge.
The salon this month will feature David Mesler, Keith Eisenbrey, Elizabeth Falconer.
Elizabeth was present at the Salon when I presented a trio for piano, bass and flute
She told me that she liked the piece, which struck my thunder, 'cause she is a real musician, and I am apparently some kind of scary clown.
This was also the event at which the exquisite Christian sweetheart of a flutist thanked me for "letting her play my music" never saw that one coming. She continued her blind siding tecniques and now I can't go there any more. Life, as we all know, is a meaningless pile of shit. Nothing new there.
But it's not true, the Salon will be at Soundbridge, and will be at Good Shepard in the future.
No good news comes without a swift kick in the ass accompianing, eh?
I doooo wish I had a recording of that performance, but I didn't have a recorder at the time. When I did, It didn't work, It would record rehearsal and test but when I got it home, nothing on the card. That was the Joyce poems that Bryan Stratton sang so well. I would truely love to have both those pieces to link. Pfaugh!
So I went home.
Changed clothes
Put on the new shoes I got at Macy's in the morning between the Library and the frame shop.
Drove up to the festival and listened to Jeremy (I hope I'm not getting too familiar
by using only the first name here but it saves space)(hah) play a four handed piece by Joe Mozart.
Something by Kodaly and some Brahms.
I may have had some opinions about the stuff, but why bother.
Good Italian roast beef sandwich.
Oh, well, yeah a book store in the market, Leonard Bernstein, couple a books. Then the library. Ives, life with music, by Swafford, Spafford, something like that, I'd have to go into the next room to find out.
Walk up the hill stop at Olympic frame, where I last had the Volvo's wheels aligned.
Order a tall drip and biscotti.
The place in the Roosevelt district is now a coffee shop "Cloud City".
Actually Olympic frame is now "Victrola" I've been meaning to drop in for a while. I've been watching it morph over the last couple a years.
Inasmuch as all i drink is coffee black, I can't tell you whether it is any better or worse than any other coffee shop in town.
At home I drink Taster's Choice instant.
I was reminded of this shop because of Think Denk's mention of a "Cafe Victrola" on
15th which is further up the hill.
Bach and Handel never met either.
Lesson was typical, I continue to inch my way toward geniusosity.
I did get a little frisson of excitement, however, when David mentioned that the Salon was going to be held at Good Shepard instead of Soundbridge.
The salon this month will feature David Mesler, Keith Eisenbrey, Elizabeth Falconer.
Elizabeth was present at the Salon when I presented a trio for piano, bass and flute
She told me that she liked the piece, which struck my thunder, 'cause she is a real musician, and I am apparently some kind of scary clown.
This was also the event at which the exquisite Christian sweetheart of a flutist thanked me for "letting her play my music" never saw that one coming. She continued her blind siding tecniques and now I can't go there any more. Life, as we all know, is a meaningless pile of shit. Nothing new there.
But it's not true, the Salon will be at Soundbridge, and will be at Good Shepard in the future.
No good news comes without a swift kick in the ass accompianing, eh?
I doooo wish I had a recording of that performance, but I didn't have a recorder at the time. When I did, It didn't work, It would record rehearsal and test but when I got it home, nothing on the card. That was the Joyce poems that Bryan Stratton sang so well. I would truely love to have both those pieces to link. Pfaugh!
So I went home.
Changed clothes
Put on the new shoes I got at Macy's in the morning between the Library and the frame shop.
Drove up to the festival and listened to Jeremy (I hope I'm not getting too familiar
by using only the first name here but it saves space)(hah) play a four handed piece by Joe Mozart.
Something by Kodaly and some Brahms.
I may have had some opinions about the stuff, but why bother.
Good Italian roast beef sandwich.
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