Saturday, August 23, 2008


My first week back in Saskatoon has been quite a progressive one, to take a term from my vastly overused musical vocabulary. The day I returned to Saskatoon I went out to FolkFest with my friend Kellie. We got viking helmets at the Norway pavilion, drank to ethnicity's sake, and danced as randomly as we could both dance at the Ukraine pavilion, before going our seperate ways home for the night. Sunday I continued disassembling my laundry bags from working out in Drumheller, while listening to Pavement's Wowee Zowee collector's edition 2 disc set of goof-rock. I got back to the chocolate factory on monday to find my machine, Bo Jackson (cause Bo can do everything, and because it's the 'dark' chocolate machine), waiting for me to crank out another 8 or 10 batches of chocolates that day. Just the next day I found myself at a meeting for Primerica Financial. The result of the presentation before me was my signing up to take training to become an advisor for the company and pursue part time work for them. The earning potential, and the convenience of their office being located just 3 blocks from the chocolate shop on 2nd Ave, only beckoned stronger that I take this opportunity for all it's worth. Later that night I tested my new song Nobler Pursuits on the stage at Lydia's Open Stage night. It got some good reviews, but my rendition of Nirvana's On A Plain struck a more familiar and, subsequently, a stronger chord with the roomfull of barhops and drunk aging 90's-alternative fans. By wednesday I was gassed from struggling to maintain the manic pace of giving 110% (as the meatheads and jocks will say) in the chocolate factory, so I gave in to a movie night, watching Crash and Nirvana Mtv Unplugged, both of which I picked up at the library on Taylor St. south of me. I guess I wanted to see what was so fascinating about Nirvana even after all these years. I resolved that people find an outlet for a neccessary kind of sympathetic feeling when listening to Kurt, since he was a little more than a sympathy case. In some selfish way I feel like a bit of a Kurt myself lately; going through some personally tough months although no more tough than anybody else's tough times. I am thinking with great anticipation for September though. On Thursday or Friday I confirmed with Harry at the chocolate shop that I would be taking Tai Chi in September with his group of students just off Broadway at the Cosmo Seniors Centre. The concious awareness that Christmas season will be causing my hands to tense up prompted the decision to responsibly care for them with some kind of exercise regime. Conveniently, Harry was happy to have me join.
June and July had me feeling like I was going over Niagara Falls in a barrel at some points but I am now feeling collected and like I'm riding the tour yacht at the base of the Falls, feeling the mist on my face. I can't yet say if university auditions are still my main aim this winter, what with all these new developments making my plate seem as full as it needs to be for now. The idea of having opportunities as promising as being able to save up and record an album by after Christmas and to subsequently have something to tour and promote are undoubtedly more appealing than buying a buttload of music theory textbooks. *pondering and thinking and pondering*
Thanks for tuning in~

1 comment:

Kat said...

The aging drunks could only appreciate Nirvana

You wanted them to appreciate your original.


you went home and watched Nirvana.

Would they still have been aging drunks if they would have liked yours better?

I mean why can you appreciate Nirvana more?

Just curious.