First Day of MI

Perhaps this is becoming my blog for my time in LA. Well, a year in the making finally happened. I started classes today at MI. It was pretty much everything I expected, as far as curriculum goes. But the atmosphere and the realization of the kind of education I am partaking of were more of a pleasant surprise. I had quickly gotten used to roaming the halls with hundreds of other players by the time I arrived at my first class. The first class "guitar reading" is a class on reading standard music notation, but actually making sense of it on the guitar fretboard. To be in a roam full of eager to learn students all sharing a love of music, all with their guitars at the ready, was a good sight.

Next off was a 4 hours segment of 3 different classes with one instructor.
single string improv, followed by rhythm guitar 1 and then a rhythm workshop. combing the first 2 in the last 2 hours really helps to make sense of what one is learning. You get real time criticism and praise about what you are playing infront of the whole class. The combination of learning and practice is a probably the best way to learn. The teachers here know there trade, they know what they are teaching and they put it to use everyday in their jobs they have outside of the school.
It's much like the CMC, but on steriods and a heavy dose of meth.

oh ps, most of my classes dont start until 1 or 2 in the afternoon.
thats another great academic move, not having classes during the hours one's brain is not fully functioning.

I tend to get along with the older players better. They're not out to prove anything, really. Just there to play and to learn and to see what happens with their time. It's surprising how few "just out of high school" students are here. Frankly, i dont know that this is a good town for someone so young and naive to move into on their own. It's big, and hollywood has much to offer to anyone willing to take the bait. It is nice to be around more 20 somethings than those in their late teens, although quite a few people never grow out of it.

I am excited for these next 18 months of learning and growing. Hopefully i will be fortunate enough to not be mugged or assaulted, that would be just capitol!

anyways, that's a brief summary of today. Tomorrow is a short day of new classes and stuff.
Being in such a big city and constantly surrounded by guys I find myself often lonely.
I want to meet a good girl that would be good back, just for once. One who reciprocates the feeling of complete loss or reality when the other person walks in the room. All too often I get my hopes up, if only just to get them left drying in the wind. Constantly I hear the cry of young ladies wishing there were some decent guys around, often to my face. All I can often do is to nod and agree. Knowing deep inside they can't recognize a good catch if he looked them in the eyes. The idea of "prince charming riding in on his steed" is rather disgusting. Somehow i can only imagine a guy on a horse only smelling awful from not bathing, not washing his clothes, and riding a horse for days on end. He doesnt exist. Often times, and most of my guy friends agree, most girls are only attracted to complete assholes. I dont have money, I dont have my shit together, and I dont treat everyone like an asshole would, so i guess i'm shit out of luck in that department.


somewhere between the tenderness of liv tyler and the lush beauty of audrey hepburn seems nice. Someone to lose myself in. Someone to take my mind off all the turmoil and twisted confusion that goes on inside. Someone to care for and adore. Maybe its too much to ask for anymore.

So many words without the right timing I suppose.

goodnight