The small-hats destroy music. I woke up at a quarter to 3, turned on the radio, and they've got some interview, big puff piece, on a small-hat who somehow won the Pulitzer Prize for composing some opera about the little match girl or something.
The guy's not musical. He can't sing, he's "not a good keyboard player" and the singing he did, as he admitted, is off key. He seems to be using computers to do a lot of the actual composing. His explanation of how he composes, I thought would be like I would do if I were a composer, you develop it in your head, hear it in your head, can zero in on what the flutes or the tuba would do, etc. He would be better at it than I am, being a composer and all, but no, his explanation is singing tunelessly and using computers for this and that.
But he's a small-hat with small-hat money, whose parents sent him to Stanford to become a doctor because what better profession for blood-suckers than to be able to actually suck blood, literally as well as figuratively in the form of money. But I guess he sensed a better con. And he's working on an opera about the book "The Wealth Of Nations" because what subject is dearer to the small-hats than money?
I will have to study, and listen to, Wagner more. A real, creative, composer who gave us the language of modern music.
I was up all night listing stuff on Ebay, and the illegal night club did its thing but wasn't enough of a bother to call the cops.
I was up around 3 this afternoon, and packed a big capacitor for one customer, who then ordered another one so I packed that also. I took those to FedEx, stopped in at Sprouts for some Guinness in cans (there seems to be a situation where it's only possibly to buy it in those tall cans or in these weird bottles with the same nitrogen mechanism in them as in the cans) and followed my route finding packing stuff on the way back, which got me a lot of packing stuff.
Dinner was Mama green curry ramen with hamburger and a whole bundle of cilantro. It seems like an inexpensive way to get a lot of greens for less than a dollar and I like it.
H Mart where I picked up the bundle of cilantro, was super busy and it made me wonder if I should try busking there. There's the "island" in the parking lot where the gypsy kid had been busking a while back, and lots of people going back and forth. The only problem being the wind, I'd need to put something pretty heavy into my tip box to keep it from blowing away.
My friend Pat on the big island has been emailing back and forth with me for a bit, and he mentioned a Phil I think, who often has a room for rent around the Manoa area. I said that'd be perfect. I said I don't know how things will go here but I'll have at least 2 weeks' time before I hop on a plane. And that I don't mind landing in a hotel, it's just that hotels are expensive so it's not really sustainable long-term.
This is promising though. Pat may be a doofus but he knows people.
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