some swans a swimming

Tooooooooo much music makes the mind go far out! (3GB neu!)

Lets start with my notes, because I take them on Guest Checks.

Brian, my favorite savant employee at Stein’s says:

Go on Road Trip
Write Journal
Entries about trip
Based on any ideas.
That arrive – from
Farcical to senor’s
On subjects either tangent or relevant

TOUR THE WORLD
MIXING STORY w/
CREATIVE WRITING

Honestly, I can’t read his writing on the Senor’s part, but it makes sense to me, funny. What I was really asking him to write down was

Tennessee Williams – the glass menagerie

If I could recall the real quote, irony would be broken, or solidified. Either way, ill never know the difference.

This is all from memory.

Sufjan Stevens came out tonight in brass high school band flare. Since im from there, I can say fighting illini cheerleading uniforms, but I shouldn’t. His opener was a series of cheers, a pep rally presentation of all the fifty states that he has discovered. I wish I could repeat the witty things he said about the places he’s been to, but I don’t have ears, I have eyes.

(Side note….try to create your perfect sensual being from the people you know….the best adapted eyes, ears, taste, touch, smell you know. Think about those people. Then really think about them.)

But what my ears did catch was basically
GO ON AN ADVENTURE AND WRITE/SING/TALK/SHARE
What you feel.
Cuz we do, chemicals beside. Are tears chemicals? Cuz he moved me to cry.

But we wont. We’ll talk about Sufjan and his Illinoismakers instead.
Who writes god blessed albums about the 50 states? What a freaking folk weirdo.
Ever know when you take a breath and think about how fucking long its been since you’ve had a hair cut, or a talk with your sibling, or a good fish sandwich? When you get these things, you have a moment to judge time. Well what the fuck were you thinking about between then and now? Between a week ago and now? Between now and now????
A whole shit bucket in an outdoor potty load, that’s what. Retrace me back to my entry on my experience with “What the Bleep do We Know???” That’s thought. Don’t think about it. Exactly.
So that’s my point. Who is the man that can travel and be “all part of the act” for a career and still be so focused to create tracks about the places he breathes for only a moment?
Sufjan Stevens.
That’s Su-Fee-On Stevens and that’s who.

Neely, my housemate and I were talking about Ohio geography. That’s the cool thing about going to a school in another state – you’re not required by native custom to know where things are. There is, however, a however. One, that Neely knows only the greater part of southern Ohio, and second, that I don't know jack shit about the Chicagoland area. Never have, never will. Yes, the two areas are greatly diverse: Socio-economico-ecologico-suchoandsoscio---------------------------------
But my concern is why, since one has told me why holds the greatest potential.
Brian, once again is my favorite person.

The night he told me to do what I stated above on my guest check, we got our conversation started on his minor in some kinda distribution supply chain management deal. (this was before I told him journalism wasn’t for me because I wasn’t confident in myself to get and keep the straight facts).
His minor is a minor factor in my point. The kid whips out (once again) the beloved guest check and draws me a diagram. As he is drawing out 3 of 12 semi trucks to display distribution techniques, I say to him
“Brian, you either need to have children, or you need to be a professor at some point in your life.”
He replies that both of his parents were professors.
Funny.
I know I should be concerned about people not getting an education at ALL, but they will be my concern after I have to secure my own. My concern at the moment is getting people in college to get the most out of their education NOW. Ive always felt the lack of creativity in the classroom. I mean, c’mon, how many freaking times have you heard the term “visual learner”????? Besides that, how many smart people have you met that aren’t arrogant of their rocker? Point beside, if you want to learn something, and be part of the discussion without judgments or negative repercussions, Brian is the person to talk to. He works at Steinkeller, mostly on the weekend, and as a doorman, is usually bored and thirsting for conversation.
Please visit, he's an excellent teacher and knows, as far as i'm concerned, everything.

O shit, that’s right, back to my Stevens. Geography lessons through music. I’m willing to devote the next week of my music ambitions to reading the lyrics to the new album and learning about my state the way he sees it. This is creative motivation. You might compare it to celebrity influence but with all that bullshit taken away. So, don’t compare it at all. Ive exhausted this topic.
I’m going to look next on my list and I fear its about love and drumbeats because I remember (kinda) taking them.

The Man of Metropolis Steals O

The chorus:
Only a steel band
Came to recover
If he had run from gold, carry over

We celebrate ourselves to each other
We have a lot to give one another

Forgive me for me ignorance if it's in place. a.) for not knowing anything historical related to gold in southern illiinois b.) for not having the hard copy album leaf of this beloved artists that I am speaking of so belovedly.

My stupidity will be perhaps shortlived for the person whom gives the point will only understand. Steve writes:
“I’m in love with everyone I meet”
id like to connect the lines and hide my potential insecurity by saying that yes, we do.

Sufjan wears addidas under his orange track pants that I could have stolen tonight but didn’t.
His encore was in black, gold toe socks that curled under his toes when he sang
To Be Alone With You
The girls in the front row sang to be alone with me…
After the show we still questioned his sexuality.
Sufjan did not come out to sign autographs or answer questions.
Sexuality is a mystery to me too, my love.

I’m nearing the end of my notes which means we were in the car and my iPod was in my lap and im playing all the ones that make my heart break. I was supposed to be in love for this show which means I was out of control, which is never fun.
Witch fun.
I was supposed to mention this factor earlier for sake of concealment of certain thoughts. Im honest but never that honest.

Even in Chicago, he let the drums go numb. The trumpet's tempo slowed. He was alone.
If the heartbeat is the drums
And the lone music has less drums
Does lone have less heartbeat?
Or does it really just stop?
Alone.

How do you fall in love entirely with something that is not human?
I did tonight. I always have. I’ve just never known its where I was.

Still, can you combine passion, as in passion for life, as in sufjan’s opening song and thus what spiraled out in my mind…………………………..
With passion?
With love?

I’ve made a lot of mistakes.

I went to Stein’s after the concert to visit my family.
When I left, a beige jeep Cherokee was playing Eric Prydz “Call on Me”

I’m bartending tomorrow from 4-10. I’m training and my downfall is I overpour.