Back From SYMS...

And it kicked ass.

I was in the jazz band, played three songs.
Opus One, Autumn Twlight, Afro Blue.
Messed up a lot, but nobody heard me anyways.

Skipped my piano recital.

Made some new friends.
Met a kid named Zevi. He was sketchy.

Took theory class, teacher's name was Carl.
He was cool.

Hung out a lot in the dorms we stayed in.

During the week, went to John Mayer/Ben Folds concert.
That was awesome.

Ben Folds was better.

Ate Wheatables.
They went stale. :(

Wrote a song called Cyanide Lightyear.
Starts in C minor, ends in A flat major.

There was a dance and a barbershop quartet group thing there.

Acquired a better taste of jazz.

Still hate classical.

And that was my week.

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