My efforts for the next few months will be aimed westward. Conversely, my writings over the next few months will, I am certain, exude nostalgia and remorse. I am soon to be a former Kentuckian.
After several years of planning, waiting, and chemical testing (read: two months) I now know what I am going to be doing this fall. I will be attending the California Institute of the Arts (www.calarts.edu) where I will pursue a masters of fine arts with a concentration in music performance. I will be living on the left coast. I will be living in LA.
This is nutz.
And I still haven’t quite grasped all that will go into getting myself over there and being ready to go.
For now, I will enjoy what’s left of my time as a Louisvillian. I will enjoy Pimps & Ho’s. I will watch Thunder with my parents. I will laugh at all the people getting hammered at the Derby. I will party like I was a freshman again, and then go out to my favourite bars. Just for rediculousness. I will shave my head (this one is still in committee), simply because it just came to me. I will read Marcel Proust, and frickin enjoy it. I will turn the channel on my dad’s truck’s radio ASAP when Louisville’s favourite crap music plays. I will hang out with Delaney Jane Dill, one of the coolest babies I have had the pleasure to meet. I will kindle the flames of brotherhood with my big, little, and grandlittle brothers. I will enjoy the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I will enjoy Sin City again. I will spend approximately 15 hours in a theatre on May 19th, watching the EXACT same movie over and over. And get chill bumps every time it starts. I will listen to my nifty read-versions of the Harry Potter series, and then read, in one day, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I will play in the Sacred Winds Ensemble for the 5th year in a row. I will have barbequed elk meat on toothpicks. I will teach music students from Eastern Kentucky, and inspire in them an awareness of music’s important role in the enrichment of the human spirit. And they might just get it.
Stream of consciousness moment. It is really difficult now that I try to relate plans to actually, shut up itunes, get them 1) in order, 1) all there, 1) without having thought of it. So to make sure I don’t sound like one of those lists that tells you to make your own list of things to do, I will instead say, “Screw you! I busy.”
