The thing about Ping is…
I’m not 100% sure I’m ready for my friends to see me pre-order that Linkin Park album.
Perhaps I’ve already said too much.
Notes for the Old Lady In Front
Tonight I’m flipping through my old piano jazz fakebook from my high school days (where our non-school-sanctioned breakout combo played mostly bebop in retaliation against our too-straight marching-band-at-heart actual jazz band teacher) and the notes I left myself are pretty strange.
After Charlie Parker’s Confirmation I sketched out the melody line to Happy Birthday in pen.
Not sure why. It’s the only thing in here in pen. Everything else in pencil. Must’ve been important.
Before On The Sunny Side Of The Street I have a note that says “do as request after Charlie Brown band intros. Old Lady in front wants it.”
Before Fly Me To The Moon there’s a note in my piano teacher Nancy’s handwriting that says “try to add quartals, 9, 11, 13.”
I tried that tonight to mixed success. I still suck at voicing.
There’s also a significant amount of changes Nancy penciled in to Autumn Leaves since whoever edited this fakebook clearly got it wrong. I trust Nancy’s ear, and guess what, her changes sound much better.
And something horrible must’ve happened at a practice, because both Salt Peanuts and Girl from Ipanema are crossed out and I wrote “EVIL” in big block letters over them. Yikes.
Woodchopper’s Ball is also completely crossed out and a note that says “Shawn fucking hates this one.”
Next to Work Song I wrote that our dummer likes this around 140bpm “because he’s a white boy.”
And finally there’s a note next to When I Fall In Love that reads “Mr. Evans says Nate will sing this out of tune. That’s why he’s a sax player.”
Sorry, Nate.
Silly Season
…has begun. It’s almost 1am and I’m having a hard time sleeping and I have to be back at the office later this morning to make more TeeVee ads where we rightfully go after one (or possibly more) Republican(s) for being just terrible horrible people and saying and doing terrible horrible things.
So mark this, the weekend of Liz’s birthday, as the first weekend this election cycle that’s being eaten up by Silly Season Video Editing.
Hooray!
I LOVE READING TUMBLRS IN GOOGLE CHROME!
Or, should I say,
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I get this all the time. WTF, GOOGLE?
This seems pertinent to the recent idiotic national discussion about a local New York lower Manhattan zoning issue.
"Don’t hire an agency that does sample work before you’ve explained your problem. What could they possibly be solving? They’re trying to impress you with pretty. Look through their portfolio and make sure the work is polished, sure. But don’t buy design unless you feel comfortable the practitioners have a good problem-solving process."
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Yes, yes, and yes.
Oh, sweet baby Jeesus, HuffPo. Stop. Just stop.
