What a difference a night makes. There's no change to the plan of doing the recording after dark with all the lasers and smoke, etc. A whole lot changed since yesterday on the ability to do it, tho. So, should be a good shot at it this evening, assuming I don't do anything else stupid before then. The regulars know there is about a 50/50 chance.
Some major highlights yesterday ...
The Little Girl on the Train
I tried to get up for a big woman on the train and she was insisting, don't do it. I was insisting as well as I may be a little under the weather but I'm still non-boobulous so the rules are clear: the non-boobulous shall stand or forever live with the shame you did not.
Yes, she won ... but she did get a seat across from me while her friend continued to stand ... but there was one more seat beside me ... and here's the beauty part: her friend had a little girl with her who was quite young at maybe four or five.
This kid was a delight. I'm not sure of the hairstyle when it's not cornrows but kind of haystacks and this kid looked baby model adorable. And don't be trying to say there's any reverse racism as everyone should have a kid with such manners. She sat quietly the whole time and was absorbing everything around her. You know how it goes with kids in that 'need more input' stage during which their minds are fascinated by, well, everything.
It wouldn't have been cool to take a picture but I would love to have shown you one. Her mother was standing nearby but she was not next to her and the kid never once got needy with her. I'm tellin' you, everyone should have a kid with such manners.
It may seem from the blog that I don't get along with anyone as it's not true. In fact, I get along with just about everyone. I don't only believe in socialism as that would mean nothing if I did not live it and that's something I learned from watching my ol' Dad. He never judged anyone except in terms of whether they did 'silly things' and, as far as I could ever tell, that was the only basis. The worst anyone can be is silly but it had a strong tie with being an amateur. He definitely had contempt for amateurs, particularly in driving where he called them rabbits. I know you know who I mean: those idiots who constantly jump back and forth between lanes trying to gain some advantage and do silly things for no apparent reason. Rabbits.
People
Take it as you will but the nicest people I met anywhere yesterday were black. White guys in suits did not even see me, regular white guys would be ok if I talked with them, and black guys were almost uniformly hi, how are you. If you return that enthusiasm for life, you are in, man. This is as close to IT as you can get: life may suck but I still see the parts that don't and, hey, there; you're one of those parts.
One of the guys who sat next to me had met a friend with whom he was bringing up to date and they spoke in a low train level in which the conversation needs some volume to be heard by the other but not so much around unless you listen for it. Snippets floated through about 'that guy really hates niggers' and some other guy who got killed. This wasn't ostentation but rather real life and that's how it goes down here.
Note: the good white boys on Facebook may tell you, see, they say nigger so what's the problem ... but it goes like this.
I say: Man, I don't hate niggers.
He says: You just did.
And he would be right. The real world doesn't even resemble the Ivory Tower in Facebook.
What was cool for me was my presence didn't disturb their conversation and I was listening to the original lady who was sometimes singing. I said, you have a lot of heart. She didn't understand what I said so then I thumped my chest over my heart and she knew. She was still self-conscious but she was singing a little louder after that. I was tempted to escalate and ask her if we could hear her if she comes down an octave and gives us her woman singing stuff. I didn't chicken on that but rather I didn't feel the time was right. Enjoy the moment because, sure as hell, she does.
The reason for this 'come down an octave' idea is women will frequently sing in a higher range (i.e. octave) because they think it is more chick-like but, actually, it's often irritating and annoying because it doesn't stop. You can hear that relentlessly in pop music today in which it's one singing chick chipmunk after the other.
(Ed: you can solve the chick-dominated music problem by yerself?)
If they listen to me asking them to sing like a women instead of boy toys, sure I will fix it myself.
Ha!
The principle is that you may be blessed with a wide vocal range but you may use it like Maria Carey in which she constantly does tricks with it maybe just to show she can still do it. If you use your voice in that way, men will laugh at you. However, if you sing in your normal range and then go up to your higher range then it will come as a surprise and be musically interesting. Tarja Turunen, originally from Nightwish, is my favorite example. She can hit incredibly high notes but the key point is she does not do it all the time.
Some major highlights yesterday ...
The Little Girl on the Train
I tried to get up for a big woman on the train and she was insisting, don't do it. I was insisting as well as I may be a little under the weather but I'm still non-boobulous so the rules are clear: the non-boobulous shall stand or forever live with the shame you did not.
Yes, she won ... but she did get a seat across from me while her friend continued to stand ... but there was one more seat beside me ... and here's the beauty part: her friend had a little girl with her who was quite young at maybe four or five.
This kid was a delight. I'm not sure of the hairstyle when it's not cornrows but kind of haystacks and this kid looked baby model adorable. And don't be trying to say there's any reverse racism as everyone should have a kid with such manners. She sat quietly the whole time and was absorbing everything around her. You know how it goes with kids in that 'need more input' stage during which their minds are fascinated by, well, everything.
It wouldn't have been cool to take a picture but I would love to have shown you one. Her mother was standing nearby but she was not next to her and the kid never once got needy with her. I'm tellin' you, everyone should have a kid with such manners.
It may seem from the blog that I don't get along with anyone as it's not true. In fact, I get along with just about everyone. I don't only believe in socialism as that would mean nothing if I did not live it and that's something I learned from watching my ol' Dad. He never judged anyone except in terms of whether they did 'silly things' and, as far as I could ever tell, that was the only basis. The worst anyone can be is silly but it had a strong tie with being an amateur. He definitely had contempt for amateurs, particularly in driving where he called them rabbits. I know you know who I mean: those idiots who constantly jump back and forth between lanes trying to gain some advantage and do silly things for no apparent reason. Rabbits.
People
Take it as you will but the nicest people I met anywhere yesterday were black. White guys in suits did not even see me, regular white guys would be ok if I talked with them, and black guys were almost uniformly hi, how are you. If you return that enthusiasm for life, you are in, man. This is as close to IT as you can get: life may suck but I still see the parts that don't and, hey, there; you're one of those parts.
One of the guys who sat next to me had met a friend with whom he was bringing up to date and they spoke in a low train level in which the conversation needs some volume to be heard by the other but not so much around unless you listen for it. Snippets floated through about 'that guy really hates niggers' and some other guy who got killed. This wasn't ostentation but rather real life and that's how it goes down here.
Note: the good white boys on Facebook may tell you, see, they say nigger so what's the problem ... but it goes like this.
I say: Man, I don't hate niggers.
He says: You just did.
And he would be right. The real world doesn't even resemble the Ivory Tower in Facebook.
What was cool for me was my presence didn't disturb their conversation and I was listening to the original lady who was sometimes singing. I said, you have a lot of heart. She didn't understand what I said so then I thumped my chest over my heart and she knew. She was still self-conscious but she was singing a little louder after that. I was tempted to escalate and ask her if we could hear her if she comes down an octave and gives us her woman singing stuff. I didn't chicken on that but rather I didn't feel the time was right. Enjoy the moment because, sure as hell, she does.
The reason for this 'come down an octave' idea is women will frequently sing in a higher range (i.e. octave) because they think it is more chick-like but, actually, it's often irritating and annoying because it doesn't stop. You can hear that relentlessly in pop music today in which it's one singing chick chipmunk after the other.
(Ed: you can solve the chick-dominated music problem by yerself?)
If they listen to me asking them to sing like a women instead of boy toys, sure I will fix it myself.
Ha!
The principle is that you may be blessed with a wide vocal range but you may use it like Maria Carey in which she constantly does tricks with it maybe just to show she can still do it. If you use your voice in that way, men will laugh at you. However, if you sing in your normal range and then go up to your higher range then it will come as a surprise and be musically interesting. Tarja Turunen, originally from Nightwish, is my favorite example. She can hit incredibly high notes but the key point is she does not do it all the time.
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