So Two Dead Babies Walk Into A Bar...

*Matty-Matt-Matt*

I have "The Dresden Dolls Companion," which is a sheet music book as well as a small autobiography about Amanda Palmer and how she came to be the musician she is today. I've read it, and I thought I'd try to play the music, as well. I played piano (hardly) as a kid, and I've been wanting to take it up again.

I went to Ellie's house yesterday during lunch to play her piano. I quickly realized that I don't know how to read music! Ha! I was only able to read the notes (Every Good Boy Does Fine and FACE and all that jazz). The sharps and flats were a bit tricky, but after that, I'm completely lost. I first tried Half Jack, thinking it'd be fairly simple (the intro is pretty much two notes), but I got lost after a ways in. Then I tried Coin-Operated Boy, but that was tough, too. I didn't even try Girl Anachronism! But I managed to get the intro to Slide, which has to be the easiest song to play, and happens to be one of my favorites.

So now I'm going to try and make time for lessons. Is it a bit odd for a 23-year-old to start taking piano lessons? I feel that after the age of13, that boat has sailed. A co-worker told me that he knows of someone who teaches from his home, so I can give him a try. I want to be able to play; I envy those who have such a talent, where they can sit back and play an instrument, or paint a portrait, and it comes to them with ease. I want my thoughts to flow out of me from my fingertips and into the ivory keys, the strings, out into an echo that fills the room and my ears, and comes back into my body only to be released again, like an endless cycle.

I think I'm far away from that, though.

Damn you, time! You've won yet again.




I went out to a bar last week. I had a total blast. Rum and Coke is definitely my drink. We sat, we drank, we took pictures, we drank, we sat, we danced (well, he danced and I followed his lead), we kissed, we joked, we laughed. It was good times.



Time, you do tease me. I love you and hate you for it.





And one should always end with a joke:


A man walked into a bar..... ouch!



Hehehe. xoxo