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Kaleidescope: Jazz
May. 30th, 2009 12:21 amKaleidescope is a "world music" series by the Sydney Symphony Orchestra - the first one was Japanese drumming, this one was American Jazz. There's another two to go through the year - just part of my 'go out and do more stuff' plan for thisyear.
Essentially, it was James Morrison at the Sydney Opera House this evening, playing Louis Armstrong's music. Beautiful stuff. Even if I am exhausted after going to bed past midnight last night. They went through the classics, from What A Wonderful World, to Mac The Knife; fromMakin' Whoopee, to When The Saints Go Marching In. The singer had a gorgeous voice, and I think I'm going to have to listen to more Ella Fitzgerald.
I'm so tired.
I've had something on every night this week. Monday was just going out to the gym, but Tuesday was hockey, Wed was bible study, Thursday dinner at the parentals', and a concert tonight. And it's past midnight again. So I'm pooped. And wondering how to get rid of this social life thingy. Between it and the job, I barely seem to have the energy to do anything. Downside of the 'go out and do more stuff' plan for this year. I'm doing more stuff...but I'm not doing the stuff that will get me where I want to go.
While in the Rocks area of Sydney (historic, tourist, down next to the Harbour Bridge), I wandered into a bookshop and walked out with Dreams Of My Father. Confronting and engrossing - so much so, I only realised the train was at my stop as the doors closed and pelted up the stairs...only to miss my station. Argh.
Tomorrow night (and most of tomorrow) is going to be very quiet, I think. I'll go to the gym first thing in the morning, but otherwise...I'd like to sit back and vegetate. And watch 24.
I subbed a short story to the Sword and Sorceress Anthology, originally edited by MZB. Didn't make the cut - "perfectly good story, just not what we're looking for." D'oh. I had another one in mind that I might try to write for next time. I probably shouldn't be posting my failures here, but it's not as though I have any successes to report.
Essentially, it was James Morrison at the Sydney Opera House this evening, playing Louis Armstrong's music. Beautiful stuff. Even if I am exhausted after going to bed past midnight last night. They went through the classics, from What A Wonderful World, to Mac The Knife; fromMakin' Whoopee, to When The Saints Go Marching In. The singer had a gorgeous voice, and I think I'm going to have to listen to more Ella Fitzgerald.
I'm so tired.
I've had something on every night this week. Monday was just going out to the gym, but Tuesday was hockey, Wed was bible study, Thursday dinner at the parentals', and a concert tonight. And it's past midnight again. So I'm pooped. And wondering how to get rid of this social life thingy. Between it and the job, I barely seem to have the energy to do anything. Downside of the 'go out and do more stuff' plan for this year. I'm doing more stuff...but I'm not doing the stuff that will get me where I want to go.
While in the Rocks area of Sydney (historic, tourist, down next to the Harbour Bridge), I wandered into a bookshop and walked out with Dreams Of My Father. Confronting and engrossing - so much so, I only realised the train was at my stop as the doors closed and pelted up the stairs...only to miss my station. Argh.
Tomorrow night (and most of tomorrow) is going to be very quiet, I think. I'll go to the gym first thing in the morning, but otherwise...I'd like to sit back and vegetate. And watch 24.
I subbed a short story to the Sword and Sorceress Anthology, originally edited by MZB. Didn't make the cut - "perfectly good story, just not what we're looking for." D'oh. I had another one in mind that I might try to write for next time. I probably shouldn't be posting my failures here, but it's not as though I have any successes to report.
