Fly Me To The Moon

Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen,

Tonight is my last night in Canada for almost a whole week. This is the first time that I will have ever left "the true north strong and free" in my life. And you will never guess where I'm going....


NEW YORK, NEW YORK!

It is going to be absolutly amazing. I just finished packing, and so I'm totaly ready. I have a bag, my sax (which has to sit down below... I'm not looking forward to putting it down there. Blast stupid small carry-on sizes. ) and a bag of cymbals that Mac forgot in my car when I drove him home. Jazz choir was canceled today, so I was feeling lonely and yelled out "DOES ANYBODY WANT A RIDE?" and he said sure, so Mac and I (somebody I've almost never talked to) drove to is place, and then he forgot his stuff in my trunk. Oh well. I'll just bring it to the airport.

And Airports. How I adore them. Anything and everything to do with planes is absolutly amazing. The science behind it all is absolutly facinating, and I wish that I could spend more time in and around planes. But I guess that if that were the case, then It wouldn't be nearly as fun each time I went. It should be quite excellent. I'm really hyper right now, I think it's 'cause of the anticipation, which is weird 'cause physically I'm totally bagged. But none the less. I get to sleep in tomorrow just a slight bit, which shall be a small miracle unto itself. This is the second school trip that I've done that involved airplane travel. I'm quite looking forward to it. There are many aspects of the trip that I am very much looking forward to actually. I'm looking forward to seeing the sights of New York, perhaps even standing on the same stairs that Bird did, the night before he died, the stairs that lead down into the club that he played so many gigs at... Birdland. Perhpaps, taking a stroll down times square, looking from one end of the street to the other, and realizing that countless records, some of which I adore and own, were made, performed live, and danced to by huge crowds, within metres of where I'm standing. I'm also looking forward to the hotel. Especially the first night. Just sorta a day to chill, and maybe have a bit of time alone, to put my head down, and just think, or not think at all. It's something that I havn't done in a while, and I think I'm due for another sesion of it. A bit of relaxation.

But, I have to go now, I need to hydrate myself, find some socks, a hoodie perhaps, and then I'm off to meet a very certain someone, (assuming she eventually calls) and go for an evening stroll down through confederation park. Should be quite nice. By the way, don't let me forget to tell you about saturday... I don't have enough time now, but when I get back, I must recount some of the tales, for that was a day that truly altered my life.

But, it'll be a week or so before I'm back, so

Until the next gig,

John

Boplicity

SSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'S BAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stompin' at the Savoy

It's raining, but not pouring. As unfortunate as that may be, I am still surviving, unlike so many helpless citizens whos' votes are unfairly cast into the corrupt democracy that no longer means anything.

And yes, I am just trying to sound like I know what I'm talking about.

Today I finished watching "The History of Jazz in 19 Short Hours" Which is of course code for "The Ken Burns Jazz series" which I strongly recomend to all jazz fans. It's a bear to watch 'cause it's so long, but it is so informative. And of course, the best sound track of any movie/series that I have ever watched.

Tomorrow, school starts again. Considering that I have seen two people this whole last week, I suspect that despite my massive need for personal space (only in crowds... in other situations, that just doesn't exist) it will be quite nice to see people again. Although, they'll probably all run away with fear of catching my plague, which is pretty much entirely gone. I am quite pleased to see that my health is returning to a level that is quasi-normal. It still hurts to yawn, but that's it. And I don't feel sick any more, just tired, and even then, every day it gets less and less and less. I suspect that by the time we take off for New York, I will be totally good. In fact, I WILL be totally good for April 17th, which I discovered is only 4 short days after she gets back. Perhaps not that bad after all.

I watched New York New York yesterday evening, and it was really good.

I just remembered that I'm gonna watch duncans show tonight. It's on in 15.

Peace

Until the next gig,

Ryley

Perhaps

Hello to all to take time out of their precious, precious days to read this "news colomb"(wow, I really can't spell) on the new happening in my life.

To begin.

In the last three weeks I have had/still have:

Colds,
Fevers,
Flu,
Sinus Infection,
Pink Eye,
Strep Throat,

and the pièce de résistance:

Mono

I went to the doctors on monday and got some blood work done, and a swab test of my throat. The results came in today, and informed me, that I have everything that they were testing for. So, I'm on an anti-biotic (one of the few things in this world that I truly detest), and then, for the mono, what can you do? NOTHING! Sleep lots says the doctor. Nay, for I to Fife... Except that makes no sense unless you've read Macbeth, and even then, it still wouldn't make any sense. So I've been sleeping all day everyday for the last, well... two days. They say that it will all be gone for certain on April 17th, when I have to go and get more tests done (and miss some school, arg... I miss to much school as it is). For those not familliar with mono, don't ask me. All that I know, is that it's a virus (no medication for it), and that it can come from two sources: Saliva of an infected individual, or being extra-ordinarily worn out both physically and mentally. Well, seeing as there has been no making out with Devra (the last person in the band to have it), I can safely assume that this came from my excessive worry, and all such associated things at school, which have, over the last several months truly worn me down. And now I have two weeks where I can't do anything. I feel quite helpless, but whatever. I'm really glad though... apparently, there are several different grades of mono, and I have the least severe one, which means that once I feel okay physically, I can in fact go to school. I just won't be able to really be near anyone, which really sucks. But the strep is slowly going away. I can actually feel the drug working, it's sorta neat.

And enough about my illness.

So Amsco is in Portugal, and where she is, it is 345 in the morning. I think that's so cool how it's a different day where she is. Perhaps I'm insane, perhaps not...

In anycase, from when she gets back, it's gonna be at least a week until her and I can even just get together and go for a walk 'cause of my plague. That is the oppitomy (sp) of agravating.

But enough of my romance life.

And I'm off to bed.

Until the next gig,

John