Nothing is Worth More Than This Day.

Hello! Oh, how true that statement is. With this in thought, I take time to ponder over what this day has been to me. In truth, nothing particularly interesting or definitive happened, so in truth perhaps this day is the best example of my life. I did take that AP Bio quiz and feel I fared quite well. Today we had a mock election at school; with my homeroom acting as the ever-so influential state of North Carolina. It was a bit of a flaky election, for my homeroom is heavy laden with staunch conservatives whose only support for their ideals is "'cause my daddy said." With this general mentality in mind, many McCain fans were flabbergasted that Obama supporters dared to live in Tennessee, not to mention publicly announce it. I was a bit confused with the whole process about twenty minutes into the thing; we had a tie for quite some time but suddenly it was settled and the final tally was McCain-11, Obama-7. (Not sure how that worked out) Alas, there is hope, however, because Obama did win the schoolwide election.

It's that time of year so without doubt I am reading A Separate Peace and loving every word of it. It's such a grand novel...so deep and complex, yet an example of everyday life in so many instances. I often use the title to describe days, in that I have the same feeling when looking upon a day as I do when reading Knowles. 

Also in tow is All West audition rehearsing, with scales and embouchures and dynamics and blah blah blah. How I do love audition music, though. In my mind every saxophonist falls under the same, per say, "ideals of habits" as I do, par example: a perhaps false sense of grandeur and sophistication, joking narcissism...a humble genius mentality, if you will. Not to say that I am particularly pretentious, but, you know. It is difficult to phrase my idiosyncrasies, so I leave them at this. 

In addition to time spent on the saxophone, I am (slightly) progressing my (very limited) guitar repertoire. I can more or less play the introduction to a few of my most enjoyed songs: The Tain, We Both Go Down Together, Leslie Anne Levine, The Engine Driver, Song For Myla Goldberg, Yankee Bayonet, Of Angels and Angles, Everyday is Like Sunday and Devil's Elbow. If you'll be so quick to notice, all of these songs involve Colin Meloy, as they should. So, with a note of his genius and my lack of skill, I leave you to a marvelous time. Good day.