i’m listening to some cut and paste, and Nena’s 99 Luftballons is sampled for a couple minutes. i like the vocals (and it has one of the best bass hooks of the 20th century) and i enjoy deducing whether women are attractive based on their voices, so i look her up. i knew the song is from the 80s, but she’s 48 now. that doesn’t mean she’s not still hot, but honestly…
i’m starting to think about where i want to live in september – my lease ends august 31, and i definitely want to live alone. there’s a chance i’ll have to live with roommates if i can’t find a bachelor/studio that’s both cheap enough and downtown enough, but i really don’t want to live with roommates if i can help it.
not sure why, but i really want to live somewhere kind of rough and very ‘city’, somewhere you take a freight elevator to the third floor of a warehouse that’s been converted to apartments, in a neighborhood that’s mostly alleyways and fire escapes. i just love that aesthetic. i’ve been having dreams about it a lot. i think that kind of area around here is king st. west? i’ve been meaning to check it out on my bike lately. there’s probably a bunch of that kind of stuff east of yonge, but i’ve never lived there and i don’t really want to. mainly because i like tall buildings (and it’s boring out there).
for the first three weeks of may, i had a contract gig teaching second graders some stuff about drums. it was hilarious, i had never taught kids that young before, and it was a lot of fun. on the last day, they gave me a thank you book which is incredible.
a couple months ago i started keeping a journal of all the dreams i remember. when i wake up, if i remember any of my dreams i write them down as soon as i get out of bed. sometimes it will be two pages of detailed story, or sometimes just a sentence or two. since then i’ve started having dreams-within-dreams, and dreaming about writing in my dream journal.
sometimes i’ll go to write a new dream and see the previous entry and not remember it at all – the way dream memory works is funny, as soon as you have a reminder it comes back to you, but you’ll never spontaneously recall it. at least for me.
an exception to that, i just looked in it and saw something i had no memory of at all in terrible handwriting:
i think i wrote it while i was still asleep!
for some reason i feel pressure to be ‘entertaining’ when i write notes on facebook, so i made this.
today i made $110 for playing a 3 minute piece for 8 cigarette lighters. i guess it was actually also payment for the show on sunday, but that was cancelled due to rain after 4 hours of setup and rehearsal (in the rain).
after saturday i won’t have any more serious gigs, so i’ll be getting another job! my dream summer job would be an overnight security guard, but it seems like you need a license for that…
