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i hung up the phone, like laying down the baton, not knowing if i can finish the score. [Jun. 9th, 2006|12:15 am]
and then the movement ends. and any expectations not met are not met and you wonder of it was that you set the bar too high? the performance was okay, i enjoyed bits and peices, but over-all? was it my conduct(ing)? maybe when you are a player yourself, you create double standard for the rest...
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and neither of us noticed we had both been silent for almost 5 minutes. [Jun. 7th, 2006|10:38 pm]
there is a moment that occurs between two people. a moment of recognition, where you catch yourself in a silence. that sneaks up on you, unplanned, unannounced. and then all of a sudden you are enveloped. you awaken from a stream of consciousness like stepping on to a railway platform, arriving in a pause. a half note rest between phrases. a lifting of the bow a drawing in of breath two hands poised in mid air. Fer·ma·ta: n. The prolongation of a tone, chord, or rest beyond its indicated time value. and so you revel in, bask and hold on for as long as you can, until i clear my throat and the music starts again.
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fingerbored [May. 19th, 2006|12:00 pm]
[music |nina simone - pastel blues]

i need you like callused fingers.without feeling or thought.to stand up to the toughest string.to make a descision about where to go.without bending or wavering in you stance.without a doubt in your mind.this is the right note.a lifted melody.stolen glance.moving from fleshy bodies to wooden ones.a duet of conscious-stricken movements.the maximum of indiscretions allowed.no mistakes not worth repeating.play it again and it's jazz.
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same time same day same place same people [Aug. 31st, 2005|10:18 am]
[music |billie's bounce - charlie parker]

crunch time.time to get cracking.(or crunching?)had a dream i broke my arm. wouldn't that've been nice? aren't we tired of the big push?growing up and then letting go? giving up and settling for best on paper.everyone looks better in ink, except you.maybe that's why i like you.cause you lose.constantly.
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