Sounding off about Odds and Ends
Eric Clapton has been replaced by something more serious (for lack of a better word), Canon in D and Rachmaninov. Yes, it’s true. I listen to classical music too. Sorry to disappoint all of my loyal readers (probably all 3 of you) who think that I am some hard rocking headbanger type. Don’t get me wrong, I listen to a lot of other stuff too. I absolutely loved the recording Metallica did with the orchestra. It was fantasic. Such dark, heavy passages and excellent counter-point technique overlaying the intense guitar work. Makes me wish I’d remember more from my days as a music maker. I can’t even remember all the modes anymore. And that’s pretty sad. But, I can still recognize good stuff when I hear it. And that was good.
In other news, I will be having my house painted a bit this weekend, so I’ve been very busy. In between trying to checkin code at work, trying to checkin code for my open source project, and trying to clean out my garage, I will have very little time to post this week.
This Tuesday evening, I went to Home Depot and picked out colors for my painting project. As is typical of Carol’s Little World, I did, ahem, not choose pastels. Wouldn’t life be so much easier if I it were all pastel-colored, soft, and fluffy? Instead, I opted for an intense green, coupled with a dark, satin finish green for my niche. The satin green is so dark, it looks almost black. I’m going to paint the back of the niche with the satin paint, paint the big surrounding wall a dark green “suede” finish, and leave the sides of the niche and the encircling trim white. I’m so glad I get to paint the walls any color I want. And, being an artist, I love color. Living in a white house has been killing me. As Dylan once said, “the times they are a changing.” And they never seem to change to the pastel.
This week, I have not been working out as much as I should. Only two times so far, because life has gotten a bit hectic. How does that old saying go? Sometimes you are the pigeon and sometimes you are the statue. Something like that anyway. I have decided though that I am going to take up Tao Kwan Do again seriously, and I will be studying for my Java certification (hope to take the test sometime in June or so, maybe before the weather gets hot.) Time to get some paperwork to validate what I have been doing all this time.
But, for now, I am distracted. Hmmm. I wonder how Ken will react when he finds out I listen to smooth jazz and classical music. Oh well. If given the choice between being cool and being honest, I guess I will always choose honesty. Besides, Miles was cool enough for the two of us. And, hey, I once wrote a song called Some Kind of Cool, and I played at the Kool jazz festival, so that makes me a player, anyway right?
Hey, Ken, if you really want to blow your mind, listen to some Pat Methany, some Miles, some Metallica, some Rachmaninov, some Boney James, and some Warren Hill, alongside the River of Tears. These are the sounds of Carol’s Little World. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
May your musical palette be as rich as a bank vault and may your world be filled with music that is as honest as it is intense. Oh yeah, and cool to boot. When you expand your horizons, you can sometimes see forever. Or at least for miles (of is that Miles? Bah. Bad joke.)
Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off and humming Rachmaninov.
