Such strange night. Felt as though I pushed a party at our place, which is probably kind of true. J had expressed her thoughts about watching a movie at home, not inviting a bunch of drunk co-workers over to drink.
So they eventually left. A taxi came and drove them away.
I randomly picked a VHS cassette out of the pile piled up next to the book case. Turned out to be my first performance in grade seven band. I'm in there somewhere. I definitely recognize my band teacher, Mr. Hood. And I definitely remember playing those songs, then and there. Thing is, is that the quality is so shite that I can't see where I am, and more importantly, where my friends were playing. Mr. Baker on clarinet. Mr. Freeman on drums. T-Dawg on flute (?). Ms. Gagner on alto. Ms. Foster on tenor sax. Plenty of musicianship. Static in the VHS cassette. Random switch to a Michael Bolten concert. His producer ranting on about honesty. Fast forward to Paul Reiser talking down to his dog. Cut to a blank screen of another one of the songs I played when I was twelve. Beer after beer.
Just came back from the strangest staff party ever. J accompanied me and we met up with two girls, one East-Indian/Kiwi, the other Japanese. I have never been able to relate to either. I had a busy day but felt unable, and even unwilling, to put forth my day. They also drank their martinis extremely slowly. The Kiwi trashed everything that crossed her mind, including my country. Of course she had nothing but glowing things to say about her home country, which she isn't even in. . . The Japanese girl, who is very nice and kind and a good person, didn't have much to talk about. I wish I had nothing but kind things to say about these people. There is chemistry between the two of them, but not when I'm added into the mix. Which is fine, by all standards. I don't like them anyways, it's nothing personal. They're people I work with, nothing less and nothing more.
After J and I had two drinks (the other girls' drinks sat in front of them, nearly untouched) another Japanese girl arrived at our table and started talking on her cell phone. Maybe these are things that people do these days, but not me. It's just not my thing. J put forth the idea that we leave, and I added that we go to the liquor store.
Myspacer Musicians please realize that not everybody needs to be barraged by your music, music video, and extensive background all at once. A song becomes a song mixed with a live video mixed with a page slowly putting itself together. Myspace is slow. I support it. It's libertarian for people to broadcast art for the world. But just because it's free to use, Myspace Musicians need not throw their art at the screen and through audio systems. It comes off amateur and more like an attack rather than an experience of music.
I personally thank all myspace artists who've transmogrified themselves into their own advertisements.
Optional loading of music video is available, and a busy background can be all too billboard when actually reading what myspace artists are like. When I go to a musician's web site I enjoy clarity, not a random barrage of noise I can't decipher. I enjoy pushing play, rather than a song playing without my saying so. That way it's truly my decision to explore somebody's music. Myspace Musicians may experience a decrease in hits, but I know that hits are shit in the long run. It's free internet, not platinum records, or even a record deal.
I'm not saying that I don't want music on Myspace. Quite the opposite. I peruse Myspace Music for about an hour on most Sundays. I think Myspace is an improvement on Mp3.com, which was killer back in the day. What I'm saying is I don't want a website, any website, coming at me like three conversations at once. One with music, one with music video, and one with needlessly complex background. Often a Myspace Music page sounds like a desperate plea for attention, rather than what I prefer: A professional package delivered for an enjoyable inspection.