im listening to bandcamp pages of old bands ive been in and judging whether theyre good or not. pretty fun actually. the first rayvon browne album was pretty damn good, for what it was. some of the second one was too, i think. a lot has happened, and also nothing at all. probably part of some weird nostalgic cleaning out the metaphorical closets im doing before i leave. i wrote some pretty good ukulele songs, gonna take my recording king to california this summer and try to write some more maybe.
had fun at palisades with uriel yesterday. but really just because uriel was there and i forced people to take pictures of us with our matching fluorescent hair and we just sort of flirted with/simultaneously ignored everyone else there. tim tried to get me to go to robert glasper in prospect park with him and i actually really wanted to see that, but of course i didnt go with him. made me realize that i never seek out things like that anymore, i guess because beau doesnt like jazz or really anything else i like and i dont want to go by myself and even though i have friends i have a very difficult time trying to get myself to orchestrate things with people. everything was easier in college (not that i would ever go back to that, ugh). i guess last night just made me momentarily wish i was 22 again. i feel old.
guess it doesnt really matter since im taking my pink hair off on a big sur henry miller tent living esalen yoga work study adventure. i always wanted to live in big sur, right? even before i knew i always wanted to live there, i think.
took me an entire week to get over the loss of my ukrainian friends and now ive got to work myself up to being friendly and making friends with a whole new shitload of people. at least i have pink hair. now that im used to it, i think maybe it automatically makes me a lot cooler than i was previously.