St. Charles East HS, All a-twitter
Today, I made the drive to St. Charles, IL through the relentless rain (with some sludgy ice mixed in over the western portion of Indiana), and am happy to finally be firmly ensconced in the Holiday Inn Express. Looking forward to tomorrow’s rehearsals and concert. Probably should run through Bloom again… you’d think I’d know my music in detail, but I actually prefer to forget many of those when possible, and ‘step back’ from the music. It’s the closest I’ll ever get to an objective view of my own music, and it’s great for getting a better sense of what works and what doesn’t, but it’s not so good when I actually have to conduct…
Anyway, after I arrived tonight, I sauntered over to the Colonial Cafe for dinner, and realized how weird I probably seemed: some dude in a black wool trenchoat and hat, walking (not driving, mind you – walking, which is almost frowned upon in suburbia) up to a family restaurant from some undisclosed location, by myself. I get seated across from a family of 7 (including grandparents, I’m guessing) celebrating a birthday. And what do I order? A vanilla strawberry milkshake. With whipped cream and a cherry on top. Great. Now I’m that suspicious looking guy sitting uncomfortably by himself in a family restaurant in American Suburbia…with a big fruity milkshake. Far from making me seem more normal and friendly, I envisioned myself looking like some psycho serial-killer who also happens to really like vanilla strawberry milkshakes while stalking his prey.
So I ate my turkey salad avocado croissant and left (and no, I didn’t take pictures of the food – they would’ve probably kicked me out if I’d whipped out a camera).
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It appears Newm has been sucked into Twitter, Daniel Montoya was right behind him, and now Jim insists he’s only observing from the sidelines, but I can tell he’s teetering on the edge of twittering his life away…
All I can say is I won’t be jumping in the pool. The idea of publically answering the question “What are you doing now?” every few hours, all day long, every day, seems…impossible for me to achieve. I can barely update this blog with any sort of regularity, I forget to check MySpace for lengthy spans of time, I often miss posts (or even entire threads) on the BCM Forum, and I can sometimes barely even keep up with my e-mail.
Besides, my twitter updates would be something like “driving 5 hours through rain-soaked Indiana” or “practicing my conducting” or “stalking children in a family restaurant while enjoying a delightful milkshake” – how much of that do you really want to read?