Music keeping me awake
The Phat Conductor LIVE at Shambhala 2005. I'm not sure there's a better hour of funk available anywhere else on the internet. Certainly not anything nearly as nostalgic anyways.
I planned on sleeping about two hours ago, but it just never happened. I'm beginning to wonder when it actually is, since I've spent the better part of the last hour re-arranging my week, deciding to take a minor mark hit for the purpose of sanity (and attending KMM), and otherwise generally dicking around.
A couple things have been swirling around in my head today. I submit them there in freshly poured, stream-of-consciousness disorder:
I'm beginning to realize that I don't consciously focus on substance. That's not to say that I don't understand it, don't analyze it, or am unable to create it. Rather, I focus on the presentation, the style, the container. When it exists, substance just sort of flows out to fill the space. This goes a long way to explain how backwards the world is to me, and maybe why I'm slightly obsessive-compulsive too.
I cordially dislike marks. I think I've mentioned this before, but marks suck. Not in theory, I guess, but in that they're this oft-awkward box in which everything school is stuffed. In my perfect world, there would be three marks: Not Good Enough, Good Enough, and Great. That seems enough for me.
Eventually, I'm going to go deaf. It will probably be entirely my own fault, and I'm not nearly there yet, but one day I'll end up like Ozzy. Then I'll have to only listen to music with bass so heavy that it will make my bones rattle. And I will love it.