Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Amigos Nuevos
Fortune! this morning, my heart sunny feeling, included nu tags on my spectrum. Answer to my cares. need equating want, the heart stares some oft fan on snare, a horn once confessed there. ancient crescendo of air. diffuse it even if we aren't here in person. the sudden need for song. to commemorate allthanks unto moments plasmic expanding crystal caves of laughter. paint my insides with a bridge thru time. it will rhyme with those times you felt closest to hopes of dopeness. Author scribes; we are ink strokes. Alotted lines of prose as artists. Our movements lettering the conscious with slathered statements of our soul's protection. The possession of its medium only atmosphere enough to sea. st.augustine my wayright journey to be ...
they will ridicule you and praise you breathless if you let them tide your progress
stand united.
make afroalatin house beats that sample jungle, the pulsing rumble of thunder, waves of dreams.
friday:4 hour therapeutic exercise lab, pubix sub + chips and a drink $4.99, orthopaedics test, and re-take modalities practical exam ... I studied bio mechanics for about an hour.
frinight: p*hatties for the polar bear plunge kickoff. USA was soopa thick with admittedly redneck students and a few less than obvious "i don't want to dance with you" moves... I hit the floor on a mj mix, the best 3 dance blends of the night.
saturday i photgraphed an educational hip hop symposium @ the MOCA Jacksonville - Museam Of Contemporary Arts. 2 of my new buds are visual artists and they asked me to photograph a live composition on stage. The dj dropped jewels from the golden era and siblings Grace and Leo Bio rocked thin wood mediums. in the style of hip hop, Leo took a detour, bubbling letters with a paint brush. Grace created a cityscape sun set with a b-boy and girl.
(Photos coming soon)
Grace went to her day gig that afternoon. Leo and I got pizza. Back @ the mansion Dorian was putting the finishing touches on a new piece of production. The beat had me trading verses with its creator... It evolved to some other beats being played and some percussive addition from me on Dorian's drum set. I'm not a player but can keep time standing next to a snare and splash cymbal. Dorian put us on to this new record he picked up: Waves of Dreams by, Sonny Fortune. All three of us completely flipped out! Free jazz with all the players + a synthesizer. SpA Cy!
Dorian left for a playing gig. Leo shared Herbie Hancock's Crossings
Leo and I picked up Grace. Soon after arriving back at the house, the 3 of us took a walk downtown. The cold cresting two weeks ago as winter warms its chords for the coming spring. We talked about spirits and the history of that ancient Spanish colonial city. Paranormal activity thick as the morning's fog remained invisible yet, nebulous.
We got coffee and hit the Tasting Room to check Dorian playing congas in a latin jazz set for diners, winos in diamonds, and retired hipsters in their 60s. We sat in a vacant couch next to the playing area. Dorian handed out percussion instruments. I played the Wood Guiro, Grace shakers, and Leo Shekere. We lured them to dance.
The Evening finale was Stogies for a St.Augustine jazz cool down. Hard Pear Cider.
Dope.
they will ridicule you and praise you breathless if you let them tide your progress
stand united.
make afroalatin house beats that sample jungle, the pulsing rumble of thunder, waves of dreams.
friday:4 hour therapeutic exercise lab, pubix sub + chips and a drink $4.99, orthopaedics test, and re-take modalities practical exam ... I studied bio mechanics for about an hour.
frinight: p*hatties for the polar bear plunge kickoff. USA was soopa thick with admittedly redneck students and a few less than obvious "i don't want to dance with you" moves... I hit the floor on a mj mix, the best 3 dance blends of the night.
saturday i photgraphed an educational hip hop symposium @ the MOCA Jacksonville - Museam Of Contemporary Arts. 2 of my new buds are visual artists and they asked me to photograph a live composition on stage. The dj dropped jewels from the golden era and siblings Grace and Leo Bio rocked thin wood mediums. in the style of hip hop, Leo took a detour, bubbling letters with a paint brush. Grace created a cityscape sun set with a b-boy and girl.
(Photos coming soon)
Grace went to her day gig that afternoon. Leo and I got pizza. Back @ the mansion Dorian was putting the finishing touches on a new piece of production. The beat had me trading verses with its creator... It evolved to some other beats being played and some percussive addition from me on Dorian's drum set. I'm not a player but can keep time standing next to a snare and splash cymbal. Dorian put us on to this new record he picked up: Waves of Dreams by, Sonny Fortune. All three of us completely flipped out! Free jazz with all the players + a synthesizer. SpA Cy!
Dorian left for a playing gig. Leo shared Herbie Hancock's Crossings
Leo and I picked up Grace. Soon after arriving back at the house, the 3 of us took a walk downtown. The cold cresting two weeks ago as winter warms its chords for the coming spring. We talked about spirits and the history of that ancient Spanish colonial city. Paranormal activity thick as the morning's fog remained invisible yet, nebulous.
We got coffee and hit the Tasting Room to check Dorian playing congas in a latin jazz set for diners, winos in diamonds, and retired hipsters in their 60s. We sat in a vacant couch next to the playing area. Dorian handed out percussion instruments. I played the Wood Guiro, Grace shakers, and Leo Shekere. We lured them to dance.
The Evening finale was Stogies for a St.Augustine jazz cool down. Hard Pear Cider.
Dope.
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