Tabla Song

Back on the train going the other way... I wonder if I'll ever be satisfied with that song. I've been having the urge to write, though. Maybe I'll figure out FINALE today. (Skip the rope, Look at me!). I just want to stay home today and compose... But what? What? WHAT???

Tootsie's Sweet 16 is on Saturday. I hope I don't feel shitty. I am so glad that I don't live at home. Everything is getting only more and more dysfunctional there.

I got my wet-grinder yesterday in class and I'm really excited about it. I hope that this is it for tools though! It really is getting kind of expensive.

I'm worried that I'm afraid to write because everything has to be "sophisticated" and have musical merit. I mean, I agree to an extent, but it's kind of crippling.

I really miss my B. I just want to be home right now getting "dib dib" all day and all night. (Curled up in the most wonderful kweba!) Maybe I'll go back to the Y tomorrow to sign up. I really want to find out about that program though.

(Although your mind's opaque, Try thinking more if it's just for your own sake)

I love this journal so much that I"m glad it's inspiring me to write again. Oh-- Into the tunnel.

So long for now!

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Later....

And B told me this woman is the "lady of the lakes"

At Cooper Union-- Tabla aujourd'hui. I hope it's fun. It's so fucking humid out today and I had to trek through a 42nd street transfer. I wonder if we're going to get to learn to play or if we're just going to learn about playing...

The chairs in here are scalding plastic orange with brown attached desks... Whoever did the decorating must have done it in the seventies. One of the old women in this class has a really big mouth. I am finding her slightly offensive...

More later...