Hey Jack Kerouac

I've been indulging in a wave of musical nostalgia, that linking of time and place to music triggered by my weekend, so I spent this morning listening to 10,000 Maniacs In My Tribe (the version with Peace Train on it). This album and Sandy Denny's I Know Where the Time Goes are all about being 18, away from home for real for the first time, a little lost and younger than I'd ever been in this place that was supposed to be my nirvana and was proving to be, on occasion, just as sad and frightening as high school had been.

I have fond memories of Bennington, but most of them involve sitting in the creaking wooden rooms of the farmhouses that served as dorms, cigarette smoke curling up into the air, held in perfect stasis within streams of Vermont sunshine, writing accompanied by endless cups of coffee and these albums.

I'd love to hear other people's time/music connections. Songs or albums that instantly put you somewhere else, even if just for a moment.

I've reached a plateau in all of my activities and it's making me cranky. I feel unconfident in dance these days because I can't push past the level that I'm at. It's like writing. There are those days of flying inspiration and thene there's the equally necessary slogging. Right now, dance for me is like slogging. I have to work on my arms, my technique, my placement and it's necessary, it will make me a better dancer just like editing and plowing through will make me a better writer, but it's just not much fun and it is incredibly discouraging. Besides all that, we had to do falls again in Krav Maga and my neck hurts.

And I am clearly still on a whining jag. As an antidote, I stole this from veritykindle, although I don't know if I want to answer all 99 questions. This may end up being more like 20 questions:



( 99 Things meme )

You've got to be kidding me.

Has anyone attended a Moroccan or moroccan/style wedding before?

We are supposed to perform at one in August and I have just been informed that this may mean me wearing a giant tray on my head that has candles and henna and things. This cannot be a good thing. Of course, the other option is to be one of the Chamadan wearers (the really large candelabra with the candles lit) so I'm thinking the tray is a good option. The problem is, we know the customs for Egyptian wedding processionals (zeffas). They are all about the chamadan, no trays in sight. So, if I have to wear a tray, that I can't touch, and dance, I'd really like to know as soon as possible. This is making me giggle in hilarity and fear.

Watch me be prolific - or would that just be longwinded

Again, it's rough, but plot, look you can see plot developing:) And fbf says it's like reading a newspaper serial:) I'm having fun at least.

( Blue Eyes - Chapter Eight )