is a great jazz tune. It's got that bop-bossa hybrid feel that leaves you thinking, "man where is the end of this song??" It's also great beacuse I have a feeling the tbone section rocks the world -- its more or less a feature because the bones have the melody almost the entire song, trumpets and saxes have backups, which is a nice change of pace.
So I was thinking last night about high school and all its anvil-like subtleties, and I remembered sitting in class dreaming about the day where I would go to a place and make music every day. Just come into a room, sit down with other musicians, and just play. Then leave, go eat, and come back to another room and do the same thing. I can't believe I'm already there.
It's a little disheartening: the fact that I've been dreaming about that for around 4-5 years and just now realized it is kinda sad... But at least I did before too late.
So... this is a pretty crappy update but I was thinking of it last night as I laid in bed trying to fall asleep (but couldn't cuz I just drank a gatorade... smart). There's a certain je ne sais pas that happens when a dream comes true--a weird feeling, sort of an empty one when you find out it's not all it's cracked up to be. But more and more each day, I am slowly coming to the realization that a dream is a dream is a dream: what is in the dream may not always be in reality, but dammit that dream is here. Right?
Of course right.
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I've had the same experience with dreams and it is a little sad when you are in the middle or the end of what you have been planning in your head forever. I don't want to use the whole "if you build something up too much the actual thing can never compare" thing, I just kinda feel that if your high school self could see what you are doing now...he would be really happy for that to happen. Dreams coming true are never really as exciting as we plan them to be unless we really step back and be thankful for what we have.
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