My hour long epic.

Last night Ryan came over so that we could work out some songs that we each had written in the last week. At about 10:30 we went to Taco Bell and when I was almost done with my burrito, this guy just comes in a sits like right next to us. He just sort of smiled at me and then walked out, but his eyes were fixed on my change box on the table the entire time (the change box is the old Winterfresh box where I keep all my dimes for when I run out of money). It was both the funniest and creepiest thing I have seen in a long time.

But what I really want to post about is this:
Alright so last night Ryan and I had been jamming on our guitars into the wee hours of the night, working out these messed up progressions and writing some pretty solid songs when I decided to lay my guitar to rest and start playing on the (electric) piano. On Friday I had written this really sort of eerie but sort of gorgeous peice on the piano, so I started playing it and then Ryan joined in with the guitar. I remember looking at the clock right before we started and it was like 1:20. Anyway, so we sort of worked into this eerie jam and it was getting really intense, really emotional. Just one of those moments where I am able to transfer every emotion running through my body into this simple song, its a really powerful feeling. Anyway, this song was becoming more and more beautiful as we played, and we were weaving these really sort of magnificent rythyms into each other's song, and we had created this very alive, pulsing, somewhat dark, sad, very emotional piece of music. There have been other times where we have connected on a higher musical level, but this was one of the most powerful. The song, which had become somewhat of a symphony in my head, soon crept to a stop, and it eventually died. I looked at the clock, and it was 2:15. We just sort of looked at each other, and we knew that what we had just created was brilliant.