My tweets of the last week:
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Um… slight difficulties afoot.
Hi. I am encountering a minor issue with posting – which is to say I wrote this weekend, but you aren’t seeing those posts at the moment.
So, yeah. Hang in there for a moment, listen to the three new demos just below this post. I located my mysteriously disappeared Friday and Saturday posts. Sunday coming shortly. Your patience is appreciated.
What I Tweeted, 2009-11-08 Edition
My tweets of the last week:
SEPTA Strike strikes out
Although I am an insidious night owl, I didn’t find out that the Southeastern Pennsylvania Transit Authority – aka SEPTA – was on strike until I woke up early on Tuesday morning.
Too early, actually. My clock was set pre-7am, and I already forget why. Extra proofreading at work? Who knows, but I would have been in for a long wait at a lonely bus stop had I not quickly checked Twitter on my way out of the house.
SEPTA ON STRIKE!, is what Twitter loudly proclaimed, AS OF THREE IN THE MORNING.
Twitter proclaimed it so loudly it was a trending topic.
Since I was up early already, I decided to walk in. I love to walk to work, but I don’t usually have enough time. It’s consistently a 39-minute trip on foot – three 13-minute miles. As I made that walk on Tuesday morning, I thought, Am I really equipped to be traveling six miles a day? Maybe I need some friendlier shoes…
That inspired a trip to Philadelphia Runner, a business so wonderful I think they may merit their own separate post. Suffice to say, they sent me packing with a pair of shoes that fit like no other I’ve ever had. It’s like they were made for my uneven, wide, somewhat archless feet!
Up early and appropriately equipped on strike day two, I decided, Why not do a little jogging?. I jogged the first mile of my commute in, and the last mile of my commute home.
Strike day two results? My round–trip commute completed in 67:30, compared to a 68:00 average on SEPTA.
Yes, my skinny-yet-chunky Italian ass locomoted itself home faster than SEPTA.
Including today’s walk home I’ve logged over 25 miles of walking this week, which amounts to over five hours of exercise. That’s amazing! I’m happier. Healthier. Hungry at appropriate times of the day. Sleeping soundly.
Basically, SEPTA going on strike made my life awesome, and – issues I have for or against the strike aside – I don’t particularly care if they come back.
Daily Demo: Crashing
Song #77: Crashing (live demo) [“Save As” to download from that link]
Last recorded for Blogathon 2002.
10 years ago this weekend I went to my first college party, still very much a purposefully-naive, dewy-eyed teen.
I came home having had my first vodka cranberry and my first inklings of adult romance, drifting to sleep wrapped in the blissful denouement of each.
The following Monday morning was a decidedly dreary day, and I found myself locked out my dorm room in my pajamas. Instead of heading to French 103 I sat down in our common room – five stories from the ground with a two-story windowed wall staring out into Center City Philadelphia.
I pulled out a pad and wrote “Crashing.”
Later that day, having been let back into my room, I recorded its first rough demo and transferred the lyrics to the first page of the crisp new book I bought for my collegiate songs. Up until then I wasn’t sure how I would know it was time to start using it, but I suddenly did.
“Crashing” made frequent appearances at parties and late night hangouts throughout my Freshmen year, resulting in the first complements on my voice I had ever heard. They came as a great shock to me, as they still do. Later that autumn I recorded it for my first full length demo, Other Plans – shakily, in the middle of the night, trying not to wake up my mother in the process.
As a dreary fall turned to winter I moved on to add other songs to my slim gray book – many of which I still play to this day. Yet, it was “Crashing” I would play between classes as I sat at the dinged, old upright piano in the theatre green room. I would hypnotize myself with the rolling two chord verse, learning how to play piano in increments (and maybe a little bit about what the song really meant, as well).
It took the entire intervening decade to learn how to play piano well enough to demo it that way, and it seems apropos that it wound up recorded just as shakily and late as its original demos were, respectively.