| Weekend Recap |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|02:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Synchronicity II - The Police | ] |
Wanted to post this yesterday, but I was still digesting (and way too exhausted).
Spent all night Friday and some Saturday recording two original songs with ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) darkwing2022, one of his, one of mine. They both sounded great (to me, anyway) for roughs, but the vocals on mine need an assload of work. It was very strange to me, even as a life-long musician, to hear songs written and played by just the two of us - especially for me on my track: vocals, guitar, and bass. Don't know how Chris feels about it (we're moved by different things, I think his is live gigs), but I'd guess he must have felt somewhat the same on his track, with him on vocals, bass, and drums. I talked to him about it, the best way to explain it was: I couldn't believe that was me playing all that, too cool!
Had an appointment with my stylist (that sound's so pretentious, but I don't like calling him my hairdresser), Glen, and he had great news: he was dating again. After being single for a long time, he found somebody and they had been going out for a few weeks, I was so happy for him. Maybe there's hope for 2005 yet!
Unfortunately, we got to shooting the shit (I was his last appointment for the day, and I stuck around while he closed), so Chris and Liz had been waiting to go to dinner before I went to Java Junction, but now I didn't have the time - I felt like shit! But, since I had organized the whole deal, I felt I had to get there as early as possible.
Headed to Java Junction for the Incan reunion on Saturday. Well, I apparently blew off my best friends for dinner for nothing. No one was there. geodiaz showed up between 9-9:30, and I was very happy he brought our friend Kelly, who I haven't hung out with in ages. Then, a little latter, djpsychobilly, fearangel, and yumeki arrived. I had a great time talking with Kelly, I haven't had a chance to do that since like October last year - although I did feel a little bad, trying not to neglect everyone else, who I had seen recently, it would be good if you could make copies of yourself! I also feel bad I haven't had more of a chance to talk to Yumeki, he seems pretty cool.
I was not as upset at the turnout, or lack thereof, as Geo was, I usually have no expectations of people, and so am rarely disappointed in that regard. I do what I do, everyone else does what everyone else does, that's about it. I'm still planning on being there February 19, since that is what I said I'd do, but I don't know that I'll be attempting a similar feat again anytime in the near future.
I do have one sentiment to add - people talk about Incan to me still, after all these years. I never considered Incan just a place, it was also a tribe. Like family, there were people I loved, people I hated, and people I wanted to kill, and sometimes all three of the above were the same person in the course of one night! So it didn't, or shouldn't, have mattered, that Incan the storefront closed - bonds were formed there that continue to this day, and beyond....
But it might be time to accept that the tribe is dead. New tribes have formed since then, and have assimilated the Incan tribe. Some overlap, others don't, and that's just the way things work. I would just prefer not to hear about Incan if that is the case, in anything other than a nostalgic, remembering-the-good-old-days way, which we are all want to do occassionally.
Finally made it to Chris' to crash about 2am, so I could be there first thing in the morning. Had to drive to Orlando to help his mom and sister move back to Tampa. Headed out at about 7am - I am not a morning person, grunt, grumble, etc... He medicated me on the trip with some McD's, and I was better, not sure why all our trips to Orlando have to be sleep-deprived. Spent the bulk of the day loading the Uhaul, stopped at the Fashion Square Hot Topic for some tshirts, and headed back to Tampa. Chris' family had brought over some home-cooked Superbowl goodies - hate Superbowl, love goodies - so I ate and promptly passed out. He woke me up at some point to go home.
Consequently, 8am Monday for work sucked!, but I felt really good, I hate helping people move, but I love it, too, it's one hell of a workout. |
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