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Name: Kevin
Birthday: 11/27/1991
Gender: Male
Interests: Saxophone, and lots of other stuff. Jazz music especially Stan Getz's, swimming (not really interested, but a hobby), jazz history, watching movies, biking (!!!), CTY CTY CTY CTY CTY CTY CTY CTY CTY CTY, wikipedia, and more.
Expertise: No real expertise...hmm, I need an expertise don't I...eh, I'd probably say avoiding people and cracking jokes at innappropriate times (I get kicked when that happens). Oh yes, and of course, everyone knows that my expertiise is using my uber "skillz" ;-)
Occupation: Jazz musician
Industry: Music performance
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Vectonus
Member Since:
7/10/2004
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| Une autre semaine tres occupee...
Monday: School, swim try-outs, JBC rehearsal in NYC (going to somehow fit dinner, homework, and studying in there)
Tuesday: School, swim try-outs LE SEQUEL, and extended Jazz Composers' Collective rehearsal (not quite as bad)
Wednesday: School, swim try-outs "Return of the King", and JCC concert at Taplin Auditorium (that will have no one in the audience...most likely)
Thursday: School, swim practice, epic practicing at home
Friday: School, swim practice, recording session in NYC for COLLEGE PRESCREENING NOOOOO
Saturday: MSM concert
Sunday: Carnegie Hall Sound-check, concert in the afternoon
...and then a short week and a nice break.
Ahhhhh
Kevin
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| ...with All-State Jazz. Au revoir. Good times...bad times...but it's done.
Senior year is flying by...two months already??? C'est pas possible.
Looking forward to:
-The Carnegie Hall Concert
-Recording my Juilliard tape with some killer musicians
-Getting back into shape (...sort of looking forward to it. Like a delayed appreciation)
-Playing with Rich Perry/asking him why he plays with his saxophone in between his legs instead of to his side
-Having time to read/finish "The Plague"
Kevin
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| My mind started churning out all of these thoughts when I turned off the light and settled underneath the covers tonight. I think it was because my sleep pattern was disrupted from sleeping late the past few nights, so that I wasn't actually prepared to sleep since my body still thought it had an hour or two to go before shutting off. I decided it would be a worthwhile venture to grab the netbook from downstairs and see if I could put these thoughts down onto electronic print (ha), but by the time I logged on they were all gone.
I remember lamenting recently to a friend how nobody reads xanga anymore, but she responded sagely, "The people who still read it are the ones who count."
I find myself falling out of love with the whole process of being a musician-I mean the commuting, the long and arduous rehearsals, the stress of deadlines and unexpected problems with just about everything (personnel, scheduling, arrangements, revisions, mistakes); just about everything that isn't actually playing music or listening/appreciating music. After only about 5 years of really spending a lot of time dealing with rehearsals and the actual process of working as a sort of part-time musician (the other part would be student, obviously), it's just really starting to burn me out. I know when people say that they love something, they mean that all the good times outweigh the bad. I used to believe in that kind of thinking, but nowadays I think that it's often a better idea to just get out when you realize that things are going down. You might try to save things if they haven't already been damaged beyond disrepair, but you usually end up putting yourself through much worse than would be necessary.
When I think about my relationship to music, I guess it kind of does fit into a more typical sort of relationship, with that initial period of awkward, self-conscious interest (wow...this is pretty cool. I guess it's kind of weird that I'm the only one who feels this way about it, but I mean...I shouldn't care?) that gradually eases into a state of increasing passion and familiarity (I feel like I'm learning something new every day! I can't stop thinking about it) which grows until it catches fire and develops into unrestrained obsession. I think that obsession part really peaked around the end of eighth grade going into early sophomore year. Actually, music kind of became more of a drag when school band became a drag because of the exodus of the old seniors and the beginning of a lonely and bleak junior year. I think that's when a lot of the romantic intensity began to fade for me.
I wonder if I were to find someone, if that would simultaneously rekindle a stronger connection with music. In the first place, it may just be that I'm putting too much stress on myself with traveling and rehearsing and that i just need some time to listen to music and enjoy it like I used it. Need to catch an 8 am train, so I better go to bed.
Kevin
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| Don't know if Lily meant to copy the title of my last xanga entry (doubt it, actually).
I'm looking for this one thing...you know, that thing that people always write about. That one thing...just looking for it, you know?
Kevin
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| Somebody to whom I was once very close told me today, "I don't care about appearances at all", and this sparked in me an instantaneous and very strong feeling of disagreement.
In another life, I'd like to crusade against ignorance and fight against bias, but all I can do now is quietly and diligently do my work and hope that one day I can rise above it all.
Kevin
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