CD Re-org

Sunday: MB woke me on her way out to do some dance work at Third Life. After that she was heading to OCBC. I slept in until after 10. Web. Read that the father of a high-school friend had passed on. Cats. Shower. Had some cereal for breakfast. A little guitar and then down basement.

Heard MB come in around 1 PM. Came up and said hello. We spent quite some time reorganizing the CD collection: listening to odd things, weeding out stuff we're no longer interested in. I invented a dance move where you bend forward at the waist, hook your hands under your armpits, and then wave your elbows in circles while walking forward.

We had some tempeh burgers for lunch. Olives.

People like to get to the bottom of things. Once you've gotten to the bottom, you can stop digging. It allows the mind closure, and to move on. But, if you thing about it, there really is no bottom. What's under the floor? What if you keep digging? Our minds cannot fully grasp that we live on a ball in space. We feel at a deep level there must be a bottom. There must be a limit. We want closure.

After clean-up, and wrapping up the CD project, MB had a nap, and I went down basement for more practices. Emerged a bit before 8. Reheated some coffee. Went over Invention 1. And on our way.

Arrived in South Boston a bit late. We should do a better job of getting there on time. Improv. Some older pieces. Quite rusty. I need to work on Lark's and Moving Force. Right hand speed has not been my focus for a while. Tonight playing Moving Force I had a sense of letting go in my upper arm. It was interesting watching how I clenched up there, for no reason at all. This brought a greater sense of ease to my picking. I was more of a sense of the weight of my hand, and of the up and down direction of its travel. A break and MB gave us some choreography. This seemed a lot more fun than last week. Invention 1 was significantly improved this week. We didn't play it without error, but we made it from beginning to end several times, and once or twice with only minor errata. Talked with Martin about the 60 MPH birth of one of his daughters.

Back home, hot cocoa with MB. Some soup and toast. Email. Soon bed.