Sound check?

2004-10-13 | 9:01 p.m.

My recent discovery of G-Sides has made me a relatively happy fellow. In that same vein, the incredibly melodic, intricate songs of The Stills fill me with an emotion I cannot describe.
I had a conversation with two of my three official bosses from the internship downtown today. Turns out there was never any real pressure; since I had not called in to log hours, they thought I was done. In short, in the clear still. Well, now there's the whole college application process and the process of actually obtaining a decent grade in my classes. I said "decent," not "fantastic." It is senior year, after all.
In the realm of stage crew, I could not be more elated. The set for the play has been drastically simplified. What this means for me is a lot more free time and a lot less worrisome work. Happiness ensues.
What else is there to cover? The lack of drive I have? Or perhaps the lady situation that is so abysmal I dare not speak of it publicly? Yes, friends, there is not a good deal of fantastic material to cover at this point, and so I'll change the subject.
It occurred to me today that the information age is constantly lowering the attention span of those born into it. Case in point: Now that I have an mp3 player, it becomes more and more difficult for me to listen to an album all the way through; it is as if some rush is compelling me to cram as much different music as I can into each listening experience. This irks me to no end; for how can we learn to appreciate music without knowing it intimately?
I finish with my rambling now, but remember, kiddos. Click the Arcanum link down at the bottom of the page; the site cannot be described as anything but charming.

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