The Freshman Experiment

Hey it’s Brian.  This is probably going to seem like a weird response to Christine Coke’s post “Saturday night part 1.”  but that post really made me want to write music.  i agree w/ kait, “last week’s alcohol” is a great title, and there was something about the techno idea that was interesting to me.  so imagine all of this pretty music w/ a techno beat behind it.  like a Death Cab song.

so yea, I just kind of sat down at my piano for the past hour and played, and i like some of it, and some of it is complete crap.  usually i would then give it a couple days, then go back and listen to it and pick out the melodies that aren’t crap and write them down.  but, in case anyone out there is looking for some piano music to listen to, here they all are.  the first track and the last track are the best i think, i have a nice simple treatment of what i think is the verse material in the first track, and then i found my chorus in the last track, and the prechorus in the last like 2 minutes while looking for a bridge.

i don’t know why this makes sense to me tone-wise.  i know it’s really sad music, but i want to put a beat, and lyrics and scenes that are telling this story overtop of it

also i kind of mumble a lot in the second one.  sorry bout that.

What a wonderful day. Really.

After sleeping late and doing nothing all day (both of which I was very, very happy about), I went for an adventure with the UG’s. I had to go to a nearby art museum for a class and, since the place also happens to be world-renowned, we were able to have some fun with the trip. Then we ate dinner at a really cute restaurant and, all in all, had a fabulous evening.

This was followed by a brief stop at the dorm and then board games with members of Musical! This specifically involved “Taboo” (if you’ve never played, I command that you do so now), which some players decided to turn into “Tabooze” (also should be experienced immediately).

I came back to my dorm and got the key to one of the practice rooms in the basement. And then I played piano and sang at the top of my lungs at 3 in the morning. It was wonderful. I don’t usually get to use the rooms because my designed hours are in the middle of the day when I’m always at rehearsal. I was never a serious pianist, but I’ve found that being able to play at any given moment is something I really miss.

Actually, I miss my specific piano. The baby grand lived in my living room right near the front window. Most times, I wouldn’t even have to turn on a lamp because the light from outside would shine onto the pages and illuminate the notes. The keys and pedals were worn (from time more than use) and they could be pushed so gently that sometimes, you could make a sound without even meaning to. I loved the feeling of my bare feet against the cold pedals. I never play piano with shoes on. I used to sing song after song and listen to how the chords lay under my voice. I never sounded as good without the piano and it never sounded as good without me. It wasn’t because either had such a beautiful sound, but it was the way our two parts would join and it would become like another person. Two voices singing in perfect harmony.

I would say that I’m looking forward to playing my piano when I go home for visits, but I had to say goodbye to it when I came to school. It was one of the many beloved things that had to go when Ma and NotMyDaddy moved to a much smaller house only a few days after I left. Jesus, I miss it. I didn’t quite realize it until right now, when I started getting chocked up thinking about how beautiful it always sounded, even when it was out of tune (which it often times was). It always sounded perfect in my mind, though, I guess because it made me so happy when I was playing. Love does seem to blind us to all faults.

The move has taken (5)
Many things I love, but most: (7)
My poor baby grand. (5)