Updates . . .

My birthday was October 2nd, so that Friday I has some friends over. I happen to be friends with the most creative cake-maker in the universe, and she made a delicious, scrumptious, simply amazing cake. I play the baritone saxophone, and Hope created this (completely edible!) cake, with a 3D sax (partially modeled after Lisa Simpson's sax) and a ribbon of musical notes wrapping around it. The cake was tasty goodness, and everyone loved it.




Check out more of Hope's "goodies" at A Little Imagination

Speaking of music . . . ok, I got a brand new laptop which actually WORKS, unlike my old amish computer (no offense to any Amish people.) I now have a goal in sight. If i can get composing software on my computer, I vow to myself that I will compose the piece which has been in my soul for so long, and have the Wesleyan University band perform it at one of their concerts. And I would like to conduct it, too, but that's not the important thing.

I was telling a friend the other day how moved I am by music, how it affects me so strongly. I can no longer listen to Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 3 while i'm driving -- it's too dangerous. I get lost in the music.

I think the only way to describe what I experience is . . . longing. When I listen to that music, especially the piano solo or the giant crescendo in the first movement, it creates this tornado-like thing inside of me, swirling around, vacuuming out reality, and leaving this big empty hole. I feel like I was music, at some point, and am waiting to return to that, return to music. So, it's like my soul is longing, yearning, to be music again. When I hear Rachmaninoff (not sure why he does it to me so well, everytime, that's just the way it is) I am simultaneously full of joy and sorrow. Joy, because i get to experience this music, but sorrow because i am so close to being . . . real.

Anyway, I know this sounds like a bunch of babble, but it makes sense to me. So, there.