And it's for church, so it has to be melodic and fairly planned out.
The fun thing about having level 6 mastery of the saxophone is that you don't technically have to plan things most of the time. If you know the chords and remember what they're supposed to transpose to, you've got it made, kiddo. But at church, i have to play something vaguely recognizable so it looks like I'm trying.
In truth, I'm kind of apathetic about playing the saxophone. I'm already good enough at it that I can pull stuff like not picking a song until hours before something happens, and I don't have the time or the level of commitment to get any better at it. Piano, now that I can get behind. There's still stuff besides plain to the horizon's bound on the piano. But nobody cares about the piano when they can have the saxophone. So here we are.
I did not know or at least had forgotten that particular skill of yours.
I have savant-ish compositional ability wedded to complete incompetence as an actual musician outside of vocal flexibility. We should jam sometime.
I think the ultimate goal of games is to be, like, good. Some games are better suited to movie-esque trappings than others.
the telos of games is enjoyability
Was there any point to Rottweiler saying "the telos of eros" as opposed to "the purpose of love" other than to be full of himself?
Possibly, in that telos and eros imply different, more specific things, but the logic behind the use was certainly self-indulgent and pretentious.
To elaborate, I see telos as being an ontological purpose specifically—the raison d'être, if we wanna go French-y—and eros as a way of describing the fundamental impetus of sexual love. But either way, I think he was wrong, or making a bad point to provoke people because he liked to argue and feel superior.
I have no idea what the appropriate place for my gushing about Gaiman's Sandman would be, and this thread seems a bit ephemeral for it. I made an off-the-beaten-path print comic thread, but it is perhaps a biiiit too mainstream for that, I think?
I have no idea what the appropriate place for my gushing about Gaiman's Sandman would be, and this thread seems a bit ephemeral for it. I made an off-the-beaten-path print comic thread, but it is perhaps a biiiit too mainstream for that, I think?
And it's for church, so it has to be melodic and fairly planned out.
The fun thing about having level 6 mastery of the saxophone is that you don't technically have to plan things most of the time. If you know the chords and remember what they're supposed to transpose to, you've got it made, kiddo. But at church, i have to play something vaguely recognizable so it looks like I'm trying.
In truth, I'm kind of apathetic about playing the saxophone. I'm already good enough at it that I can pull stuff like not picking a song until hours before something happens, and I don't have the time or the level of commitment to get any better at it. Piano, now that I can get behind. There's still stuff besides plain to the horizon's bound on the piano. But nobody cares about the piano when they can have the saxophone. So here we are.
I did not know or at least had forgotten that particular skill of yours.
I have savant-ish compositional ability wedded to complete incompetence as an actual musician outside of vocal flexibility. We should jam sometime.
I may have been exaggerating a bit with that.
I mean, I'm good, but I mostly get asked to play pop songs. I can't replicate anything too fast or too outside classical Western tonality, not without some time.
I have no idea what the appropriate place for my gushing about Gaiman's Sandman would be, and this thread seems a bit ephemeral for it. I made an off-the-beaten-path print comic thread, but it is perhaps a biiiit too mainstream for that, I think?
And it's for church, so it has to be melodic and fairly planned out.
The fun thing about having level 6 mastery of the saxophone is that you don't technically have to plan things most of the time. If you know the chords and remember what they're supposed to transpose to, you've got it made, kiddo. But at church, i have to play something vaguely recognizable so it looks like I'm trying.
In truth, I'm kind of apathetic about playing the saxophone. I'm already good enough at it that I can pull stuff like not picking a song until hours before something happens, and I don't have the time or the level of commitment to get any better at it. Piano, now that I can get behind. There's still stuff besides plain to the horizon's bound on the piano. But nobody cares about the piano when they can have the saxophone. So here we are.
I did not know or at least had forgotten that particular skill of yours.
I have savant-ish compositional ability wedded to complete incompetence as an actual musician outside of vocal flexibility. We should jam sometime.
I may have been exaggerating a bit with that.
I mean, I'm good, but I mostly get asked to play pop songs. I can't replicate anything too fast or too outside classical Western tonality, not without some time.
Most of my stuff is mid-tempo and not too outrageous harmonically. The main issue would be something like "The Splendour" (it can be found on the UnTwelve Contest site) where the chords literally go from one major to another.
Improvising with most conventional instruments that I can play with any proficiency, the point is moot.
1) self-consciousness about the appearance of my legs (my mother is the type that will have a heart attack if I go out looking "ashy" in any way whatsoever) 2) North Carolina is infested with mosquitoes and I'd rather not have to deal with getting bit if I don't have to (we usually don't buy repellent)
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Things that make me smile: an old white truck driver pulling in blasting Taylor Swift on his stereo
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I like shorts but I tend to reserve them for days when it's 80+ degrees out
It should be a convention of social courtesy that one should never CLAIM that they are better than others, but rather, it's only courteous for one to accept others' compliments about oneself being better.
One claiming that oneself is better is a strong suggestion of arrogance, and ought to be avoided except in exceptional circumstances.
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I have nothing to say about it, though
Milk Closet.
I did not know or at least had forgotten that particular skill of yours.
I have savant-ish compositional ability wedded to complete incompetence as an actual musician outside of vocal flexibility. We should jam sometime.
Possibly, in that telos and eros imply different, more specific things, but the logic behind the use was certainly self-indulgent and pretentious.
To elaborate, I see telos as being an ontological purpose specifically—the raison d'être, if we wanna go French-y—and eros as a way of describing the fundamental impetus of sexual love. But either way, I think he was wrong, or making a bad point to provoke people because he liked to argue and feel superior.
I miss being in a real band. Being onstage is a fucking blast; so is collaborating, and improvising too.
Chronicle of Record Tape?
Tape of Record Chronicle?
I like this one
that just sounds awkward
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Most of my stuff is mid-tempo and not too outrageous harmonically. The main issue would be something like "The Splendour" (it can be found on the UnTwelve Contest site) where the chords literally go from one major to another.
Improvising with most conventional instruments that I can play with any proficiency, the point is moot.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Bye, y'all.
1) self-consciousness about the appearance of my legs (my mother is the type that will have a heart attack if I go out looking "ashy" in any way whatsoever)
2) North Carolina is infested with mosquitoes and I'd rather not have to deal with getting bit if I don't have to (we usually don't buy repellent)
One claiming that oneself is better is a strong suggestion of arrogance, and ought to be avoided except in exceptional circumstances.