pretty busy at work and i got home at 1210, so I have drum corps tomorrow morning; but now i’m wide awake… fuck
-_-
So I was raised in Brooklyn, NY. and I moved out here in the summer of 2000. This last summer marked the point where i’ve lived in Orange County, CA longer than I lived there. I’ve never quite identified with being from here, and the bourgeoisie that it is; but i feel like i left Bkyln too young to truly appreciate it. In the last few years I’ve had 7 friends move there and had 2 announce plans to move there come this autumn. Did i do this backwards? I feel like i don’t have anything really holding me here anymore besides the Drum Corps season, i don’t have a serious project with a band taking off, not too many private music students, day job is not spectacular, i’m not in a serious relationship i would be leaving up to long distance, & i’m not getting any younger. Maybe moving back would help with my quarterlife crisis, I’m not actually happy with my life just content. I want more for myself.
got out of work at midnight… i should really be asleep for drum corps in the morning; but i’m wide awake.
I’m going to go up on my roof to watch the sunset… maybe have half a cigarette, just take a second to enjoy being alive.
I was born in Manila, Phillippines, and since i’m adopted there’s a chance i have some long lost sibing either in the Phillippines, or that has been given up for adopton as well, living somewhere else in the world…
which is why i get so connected to certain people with the same physical and personal characteristcs as me, that sliver of a chance we’re actually related, and there was that recent story about twin sisters that were separated from adoption living in Los Angeles & France, so you never know.
so if you’re really short, dark kinned, thick dark hair, get in shape easily, with big brown eyes and have family in Manila Phillippines… see if there should be a Charles Calderon in the family that isnt; b/c that’s me, we’re related, find me.
I went on a run and stuff.
which i haven’t done in months. Took me 30 minutes for 3miles with warm up and warm down jogs, my middle mile was 8:32.
also my retro Bluecoats ballcap is pretty fucking sweet.
I’ve gotten to the point as a pro-am gigging trumpet player where I pretty much need custom modular mouthpieces to be happy with my equipment response. For a top, backbore, and shank, it’s $230 plus shipping. -_-
Spring Wedding season just started for my Brass Quintet, then i take summer off from trumpet to be a mellophone, so i have to decide now.
high school marching band — and sometimes Drum corps after — has us inherently trained to wake up early to play horns…
fecking regggae/pop hornline rehearsal at 9am, c’mon… at least i got chipotle for lunch after.
Now i need to attempt to clean house before i go see Alison Balsom & The Scottish Chamber Orchestra at the LA Phil tonight!!!
Early morning road bike ride.
I got my hurr did.
Chipotle for lunch now.
Watching Warehouse 13.
Mellophone time later.
Today is looking good.
