Good Times

So I finally got to hang out with Thom tonight. And by finally, I mean that I always got exhausted from work and forgot to call him for a little while. But anyway, it was good times. Hence the title. We chilled, jammed, listened to some music, and took a mini-roadtrip to the gas station which involved more music.

Do you see a theme here?

Anyway, that's what we do. I've never known someone so on the same page about music. We have such similar tastes, but such different writing styles. We can be totally honest with each other's skills and songwriting. If he says, "Dude, that was awful," I don't take it personally, because he's just being honest, and I know that it's true. And I can say the same things to him. But I had been playing around with a simple arpeggiated chord progression for a while, and I played it for him.

Me: (playing)
Thom: "Dude, that's fucking beautiful"

Score. I'm going to use it for something.

The violin playing continues, and I tackled J.S. Bach's "Brandenburg Concerto No.2, Mvt II," which was one of my favorite baroque pieces from junior year (and of all time). It totally kicked my ass the first time through. I kept at it, and am playing it pretty well. Certainly not as well as I used to, but that's to be expected. Shifts are tough, my hand isn't used to a smaller, fretless instrument.

I've concluded that playing the violin is like riding a bicycle. Sometimes you climb on, get going, and then totally wipe out.

Or something like that...