funk in deep freeze

For Art’s Sake

18 Jul 2005 Leave a Comment

by meganfinley in literature Tags: oliver, photography

This was an attempt to mimic modernist writers such as Eliot or Joyce’s Ulysses [Proteus] and was part of my final project in my final project in one of my english classes at USC. i still don’t know what I got on that assignment.

Jesus. My right had always feels like it is being slowly electrocuted on the first song. I can’t feel anything and my hand is locking up. Shit. I’m loosing rhythm, quasi presto, but I can’t help it. Sweat in my eyes, can’t stop to wipe it away. Now I know what headbands are really for. These people seem like they actually give a shit. Whatever. What? Maybe they are just here because it’s an image thing. Nothing better to do? Does anyone understand what is behind all of this? Or do they just want to bob their heads? It should be about the music not the people. Turning my back like Miles Davis. Artur for Arthur’s sake. I could skip out on my own concert too. Okay, lock in now with the drums, give it to them. Have I been locking in this whole time? God I hope so. Whatever. I probably have been. Oh damn, we forgot to rehearse this part more. Oh well, no one probably noticed. That’s not an excuse. The music should always be as perfect as it can be. Dolce cantabile. Because why else are we here? Remember Arthur. Remember Miles. He’s dragging. Don’t do that you idiot. This song is so lame; only three stupid chords. Bored. He needs to start caring about the feeling of that solo. It sounds so amateurish. Ooo, bad tempo for this song guys. Ritenuto. This is fun. I need to play professionally but I don’t want to do this as a profession.