Infatuation

Infatuation is the best feeling. I enjoy being liked, I enjoy liking, and I love the heady rush. It can be a person, sometimes it is a person, recently it's been some serious Ravel. I think my boundless energy comes from the intrinsic headiness of being in like, which then transfers itself to my music choices for new repertoire. The Ravel Piano Concerto in G is so full of natural screaming hyperactive bounce, sensuality, shimmer, song, and a run-and-jump feeling that I can't help but being drawn to it. It has all my moods, even a hint of the tired but that hazy blissed-out tired.

I'm also returning to Alborada Del Gracioso. Repeated notes still whooping my ass, and I expect them to for a while, but playing it is so much fun.

Oh you know what else is weird? I'm going to be singing in public somewhat solo for the first time ever on Thursday, you know, since I was...five. My two friends and I are covering The Paper Raincoat's "Rewind" for a Cooper Union open mic or something. I'll let you know how that turns out.

Every night is filled with something. How do I still have trouble sleeping? Gyah.