Its Showtime

Today I have my first band performance with my Contemporary Workshop Class as part of the UWI's 60th Anniversary celebrations. We're going to be closing today's concert doing about 5 or six jazz pieces. I'm nervous as I usually am before any performance, doubly worse since I'm not completely comfortable with the music. But eyy, the show must go on.

In other news, the department pissed me off last night when I realized that they had gotten some new percussive instruments and locked the music room preventing anyone from getting in. Of course why would we even want to get in when they had apparently taken out most of the instruments anyway to setup for the shows yesterday and today on main campus.

I realise everyday that part of coming to school in another environment means that I am going to be exposed to a lot of different styles and I need to be flexible and not get my knockers in a knit about everything. Anyway, good luck to me.

Arrrrrghh!!

Yuh know, I really didn't care who won. Yeah sure it would be great if the handsome black man won, woohoo. At the end of the day I don't forsee that great a political change in attitude.

But CNN just now made me see something I'd totally overlooked. They're gonna be total prigs!! If he wins (as stated by one of their panelists) " the world is gonna have to give us more respect than they're doing" , and then the head nodding started. They were all in total agreement that they should be given pats on the back.

Okay here's your pat. You've finally realised as a group (in your 44th presidential race) that women and minorities (maybe I should just tie that up and say marginalised groups) have front line potential.

People, please don't let it go to your heads. Make me a liar cause all I can hear is a chorus of Americans singing Kanye "How's it feel to wake up to be the s***t and the urine."

Ramblings

Why do we spend time pursuing things of no interest to ourselves?

What will it be like to survive doing the things that we truly love?