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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Scattertrain Party


I am 22 years old and I consider myself an old soul—I can relate better to middle aged people and well, most of my friends are a lot older (don't get me wrong, I have friends my age as well—age doesn't matter when it comes to friendship). I'm an only child, so I guess this makes sense in a way. Anyway, mom and I have often butted heads on this issue (she doesn't like it). Last night my family and I were at a show for a local rock band; while she was in a happy drunk mood, she was saying she told dad's coworker, "I have a 22 year old daughter and never in my wildest dreams I would have thought she'd be at a classic rock cover band show dancing with middle aged women." The coworker just shrugged and said, "Everything is relative. Nothing is wrong with that and she's having a great time." It's true, I was having such a great time and like when I was in Green Bay, it made me happy. So, everything is relative, it doesn't matter what it is as long as it's in the legal and healthy bounds that you're having fun and it is making you happy. For me, my friends mean a lot to me and I was grateful I had people to rock out with. : )

Scattertrain was so awesome. I can honestly say they are better than Old School, although I still love Old School. I never thought a saxophone could be so popular in rock songs, or at least the lead’s saxophone playing really made the songs more vibrant and stand out more. It’s not very often that I say I like saxophone playing, but last night I did. The band exuded energy and the intensity from when the keyboardist/guitarist sang and joined the people dancing on the floor, I couldn’t help but to jump and shake higher than what I am doing. The dancers and Annie push and pull me are the centrifugal force that push me and leave me breathless. In that intensity with the instruments reverberating in my ears and the pulsation against my body and at the core of my being, I am awarded five beaded necklaces for being so energetic. :)








1 comment:

  1. For some reason my LiveJournal username was rejected, but fortunately my ancient AIM screenname made it.

    The dancers and Annie push and pull me are the centrifugal force that push me and leave me breathless.
    I don't understand this sentence, even if I appreciate the poetic repetition of push/pull. Could you explain to me better what you meant? :)?

    Looking at this blog entry through a grammatical lens, do you really want the scatterbrained je-ne-sais-quois impression? The first sentence I couldn't REALLY call "compound-complex" because I don't think it's arranged artfully. I think it's more ranty/brain vomit, if you'd excuse me.

    So, everything is relative, it doesn't matter what it is as long as it's in the legal and healthy bounds that you're having fun and it is making you happy.
    What do you mean here? I understand the usage of a comma over a colon after the first dependant clause, but again I feel it's so ranty it loses meaning.

    Hurrah for the correct spelling of grateful!! *orthographic applause*

    It’s not very often that I say I like saxophone playing, but last night I did.
    It's similar for me: I typically hate saxophone playing, even if the Ferling method book IS for both oboe and saxophone.
    I have this method book Southern Music Company advertises at http://www.smcpublications.com/catalog/music/instrumental/woodwinds/b103.htm. It is thick and etudinous, by which I mean "full of etudes".

    The band exuded energy and the intensity from when the keyboardist/guitarist sang and joined the people dancing on the floor, I couldn’t help but to jump and shake higher than what I am doing.
    So the pianist and guitar player dove into the crowd? Again, the meaning of what you say has been obfuscated by the number of compound/complex clauses.

    Congratulations for receipt of the beaded necklaces! I received a similar number for giving out pretzels and water right outside a bar. ^^

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