a day in the life of piano monkey

monkey and PO have been roaming nyc and i cant help it but feel a bit like a miniature king-kong. it's been an interesting trip so far in a sense that i am actually travelling in a third place with another person (i am a usually a lone traveller-) and boy that brings out details that i need to think about- simple things as do we walk or take the transit to whether to buy internet at the hotel (at 10 bucks a day! gawd!! well, obviously we succumbed and now am musing on web. so much for 'sticking it out' monkey!) (but that also meant monkey may be able to catch up with mr. salamander at some point which would be... good). anyways, back to the nyc trip itself, we got through the border through yyz-lga which was less crazy than many other times i remember travelling as a student, thank god. but flying two propellers trotter was a bit noisy. but thank gawd, monkey slept through most of it. hooray. btw, did you know that matt's tomato juice contains about 48% of daily reco...

this very evening, monkey sent a big chunk of her life off in a silver metal bullet across the puddle . now in this quiet space, the summer basket have magically hit the pumpkin moment and turned into an ordinary sublet, however nice. the end of the summer breeze, welcoming just couple days ago, now feels chilly. the end of summer came a week ago, with that massive tornado/storm that hit southern ontario. monkey, mr. salamander and monkey's nutter brother were at canada's wonderland and unfortunately we were soaked, trying to get to the darn car in the parking lot. ever since that raging rain, the city has been dropping its sunglasses in favour for a long sleeved shirts and scarves. sneaky end of the summer. it was also there at the CNE on monday. the evening air cool and crisp, the summer laughter and excitement being replaced by sobering evening wind and early setting sun. unlike the peak of the summer where sun is still felt from the hot asphalt ten pm in the evening, the r...

a short saunter during the fuzzy hazy morning in yyz . things are splendid and unfortunately there isnt enough time to log in everything monkey's been up to recently. i think it perhaps is a sign that much good times have been had. however, this morning, i am up somewhat earlier than anticipated so decided to drop a few small sentences. just to keep in shape, ahem. nothing philosophical or anything of a depth, perhaps just a short account for self and whoever may be curious why monkey has been so quiet. oh no worries. there has been much things to rant about and it's not because of lack of subjects but more of lack of... time. i would personally appreciate it a bit more if it could slow down just a bit this wknd and next wk, but is it going to? i dont think so. bah. what a tyrant. since arrival of mr . salamander over the puddle, flinged across particularly unuseful body of water (for me anyhows just for now; i have funny feeling that it will become more useful sometime ...

the days are faster, harsher and to be honest, surprisingly demanding/abrasive at times. but i suppose it's because i am too sensitive, a big baby. it's a bit of schizophrenic life here as a piano kid. but everyone seems to be holding alright, tall, proud and smiling. well, im kinda dented, but i suppose i can at least squeeze out a silly face. i realize that i may have a look of defeat from the day, but really, it's not appropriate for me to advertise my 'hard' life to others. i know that it's not others' business to be considerate in a sense that i need to perform certain tasks and that they need to be done as well as it could be. simple. what i need to do to get it done, simply should not be their concern, but just mine. because it's my work you see. not their work. i signed and i am working. if i need to produce a certain product, it is my bloody job to deliver what's asked of me, or as much as i could. it's not anything to do with me, but...

monkey's back in banff to play some more music. it's a strange thing in a sense, to be back here. so many things have changed since that time i signed the initial contract in december 2008. not only professionally but inter/intra-personally, which not only involves self but others as well. i went from having no plan, hoping that plan will fizz out and that i will be another average person with average wage, doing the average things to, well, being a monkey. calling self a monkey gives a great freedom somehow i think. just cannot take the self seriously. there will be much music playing starting tomorrow. already i have fit in a demanding rehearsal and there'll be plenty more. would i drown? i hope not! there are people who loves and believes in me which are priceless- it was great to see the old staff back, all smiling and welcoming. even when i had read the initial contract wrong and had to reprimand by showing up at the airport for 7am, ha ha. but the important thing is t...

Green how I love you green. Green wind. Green boughs. The ship on the sea And the horse on the mountain. f.garcia lorca, a genius man said this. garcia lorca is one poet who entered my life one afternoon, by the side door. he sneaked in, like the blood spill, slowly spreading through the cracks of the floor, thick and coppery. with that metal gloss-sheen over. the bright red turning into deep burgendy as the weightless oxygen caressed its velvet surface. it was my post-1945 musicology class. the subject of the class was not lorca, but of george crumb. crumb is a master of colours and evocations. he creates these massive pictorial scores, full of flow and rhythm, of curves and movements. and though it is not obvious to even decipher his scores at first as there are so many 'new' notations- the signs and symbols that he exclusively uses for these puzzles. we even call his graphic notational chart as 'key,' like alice's 'keys' in her wanderings. as she roams ar...