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Saturday, October 13, 2007

Currently Listening
Chase This Light
By Jimmy Eat World
firefight
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Ballroom competition at UConn today! From 8 AM to 8 PM, I'll be dancing the waltz, foxtrot, cha, international and american rhumba, and swing.

College is great
Friends are great
Classes are pretty challenging
Thayer St. is amazing
October is finally cold
I have to wake up in 3 hours
good night =)




Tuesday, May 15, 2007

May 12th

We owned that show.

Thanks for everyone that has supported us from the beginning to the end, and especially the 1200 people who came to support us that night. Totally unforgettable.

We've been 6 years in the making, and it culminated to one night. Props to the whole group, but special props to my yoyo boys:

Arthur: sometimes I love you, and I hate you at the same time. But past all those times you were a slave driver, "NO BODY BETTER MESS UP OR I'LL KILL THEM!" "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST CATCH IT?" "JUST DO IT." "YOU GUYS SUCK!" "EVERYBODY WATCH ME CAUSE I'M THE BEST" you're still a good kid. Without you whipping our asses, literally, we wouldn't have gotten as far as we did.

Eric: number smaller, it's tough coming into a new group of people with awkward feet. It doesn't happen to too many people, but you took your unique situation and turned it for the better. That's why you're such a great lion tail/base. But I will never forget our awkward aim conversations... "who's hotter? jasmine or ariel?" You still owe me 20 bucks

Jeremy: you SO stepped it up. It's been less than a year since you started performing with us, and it seems like you've done it from the beginning. I love our xiaolin showdowns, and yo-yo olympic rivalries. Not to mention that flicking finger of yours. I'm so pumped for wii on the 26th, you have no idea. AND JP LICKS. mmmmmmm YC4eva. Oh yeah, and pokemon battle rematch?

Josh: my bff, my sleeping partner, roommate, tennis rival, brother, sister, mother, father. you've always been there for me when I needed it, and always ready to offer a bed to stay in for a night (or two). Not to mention clothes, sharkbites, xbox controllers, gatorades, Harry Potter 4, you know the necessities. I am eternally grateful to you and your fam.

Love you all, including the girls too.
DVD and pictures, to be released soon.

Btw steph and I are planning a DVD release party once we figure out when the DVD will come out. It'll be at steph's house and no one needs to bring any food, she's providing it all.



Monday, May 07, 2007

Note to self:


March 19- June?: Tennis season
March 28th-April 1st: Rest of college letters
March 30th: Ensemble performance
April 1st: NYU stern scholar's breakfast, lunch with Eric lumiere
April 5-7: NYU to record with Eric lumiere
April 14th: Workshop performance in RI
April 19-22: Washu?
April 21: Workshop performance?
April 22: Earth Day
April 20-29: April Break/visits
May 1st: Deadline
May 5th: Philharmonic concert
May 8th: AP Spanish
May 9th: BC Calc
May 12th: Workshop big (last) performance
May 13th: GMYSO concert
May 15th: AP Chem
May 25th: Prom
May 26th: Asia Night at Newton South
May 27th: Tam's
May 29th: Senior Skip Day
June 2nd: Ensemble concert
June 3rd: Violin recital (not mine)
June 4-5: Finals
June 8th: Graduation
June 15-August 15?: Taiwan

School

Something like that.


Monday, April 23, 2007

Break


So, I was meaning to do a huge post saturday night and post it 12:00 AM sunday morning, but seeing as how workshop rehearsal lasted until 11 (including cake time) that just didn't work out. So I guess I'll do it now.

Since my last post was lacking actual coherent sentences, I will change all those dates on my schedule into actual events, and retell the stories.

First off, my recording session with Eric

But first! A history, and a sample of his work.

*hint: for the most time effective xanga experience, read while listening.
*double hint: If you already know how Eric^2 came to be, skip this section. Sorta like those Goosebumps stories where we got to choose our own story after each page. Or maybe I just wanted to make an obscure 90s reference and it's not like the stories at all. If you think it is the latter, turn to page... jk.

I found Eric via purevolume one day in October of 06 by searching for artists named Eric. He was the second one on the list, with a ton of views and plays (not to mention a sweet profile pic), and I clicked, listened, and fell in love...musically of course. He is a senior at NYU, and he just began playing guitar his junior year in high school, but the sheer level of production of his songs, not to mention the lyricism and vocals really just impressed me from the get go. He also had about 20+ songs for free download, which is always a plus. Anyway, he had just finished recording his EP, which was supposed to be released in mid October (got pushed back to January and I haven't stopped giving him hell for it), and he began working on his album for his senior project/future career. On his purevolume site, he mentioned that he was looking for string players to record with him, and if anyone was interested. I friended him on myspace and facebook and left him a message, because a few of my cousins are at NYU so I can get to the area, and hell, why not try?

He messages me back and says he'll most likely be doing strings back in LA with the LA Philharmonic players but, then asked me to send a clip of me playing anyway. Well back in November when I messaged him, I didn't have anything, so I just didn't respond, but then later in January when he finally released his EP online, he messaged me again, asking for some advice about distribution and stuff, I responded, he sent me a free copy, and I sent him the clip of me playing

He watched it, and (thank god he's not a violinist himself) said he would definitely consider having me play with him, but just had to figure out the timing. A month later, he officially asked me, told me to assemble a quartet or another violinist, the date was set, and that was that.




END HISTORY

Fast foward to Wednesday April 4th. Last day of school before a four day weekend (yay teacher workshops) and I go over Justin's, my partner in musical crime, house because his dad will take us to North station by 6:30 to catch our 7:08 AM train. We practice a little bit, waste some time on youtube watching Japanese prank shows:



and



(thanks Jeremy)

anyway, we get to sleep around 3 for some reason, and set the alarms for 5:30. His dad plans on waking up around 5 just in case of weather delays. I wake up to my phone around 5:45, the house is silent, and I jump out of bed, run into justin's room, tell him it's already 5:45 and ask why he didn't wake up. Turns out the power went out in the middle of the night so NO ONE woke up. Sweet. We get ready in a record 5 minutes, go downstairs open the garage to find....
5 inches of wet snow? WTF. come on it was April! We piled in, headed to Boston, and got to the train station at 7:00 AM. 8 minutes to spare. So here I was again, running late to catch a train (it was Virginia all over again, except arthur wasn't behind me with his pants falling down to pick up my ticket if i dropped it.) We hop on the accela train, business class, steal a four person corner, pile our three instruments (two violins, a viola) into the spaces, and pass out from exhaustion, stress, and lack of sleep.

We arrive in NYC 3 and a half hours later, and about 15 dollars shorter...always bring your own food on a train....ripoffs...

Eric Lumiere 017

We get off at Penn station, pretty much on time, and we planned on having Eric meet us at 11. But when we headed outside, and called him (14 times, three voicemails) I was getting worried that my mom's concern-

"Are you sure he won't kidnap you and sell you on the black market? Especially your instruments! So expensive!"

or my dad's,

"Are you sure he is real? Show me his facebook. See his pictures. Ask jessi (cousin who goes to NYU) to come too, or even better, find information about him first. And she can come to record with you guys too! As body guard."

would maybe come true.

11:08, still no call, and no sign of him. I call my mom to read me Eric's address I left her, in case we had to take a taxi. The second I asked, the conversation quickly goes south,

"WHY WHAT HAPPENED? HE NOT THERE? WHY NOT?! DID YOU CALL HIM? CALL HIM AGAIN! LEAVE MESSAGE! I TOLD YOU KIDS CAN'T HANDLE PLANS, SO IRRESPONSIBLE!"

"thanks ma, bye."

Luckily, Eric came around 11:13, much to our relief. We busted his balls about it, walked towards the subway and headed towards BROOKLYNNNN. (notice that no where after we rendezvous with Eric did I mention me calling my mom back to let her know. This will come up later in the story)

We chat a while on the Subway, almost get lost twice (he says it was too early for him) and finally get out and start walking towards his loft, in search for food. We pass by this breakfast place, and Eric asks us if we want to stop in and get something. We open the door with luggage in tow, and manage to almost knock out at least 4 customers while maneuvering to the front counter. I order a bagel, cream cheese and lox, and Justin and Eric order. While we wait, Justin spies this gorgeous girl with her man at this table near a window and points her out to me. Then we give Eric the "pssssst. Eric. 12 o clock." for about 2 minutes before we just said "turn around and look."

"oh the girl?"
"yeah dudeeee."
"Guys. I saw her when we first walked by the place. Why do you think I stopped?"

owneeddd.

Suddenly my phone vibrates.

"7 new voicemessages."

wtf?

it starts vibrating again.

603-898-1535- Home.
"Ohhhhh crappppp...hello?"

"ELIKA! ELIKA! WHY YOU NOT PICK UP YOUR PHONE? WHY DID YOU TURN OFF? I CALL FOTEEN TIMES AND NO PICK UP! WE ALMOST CALL POLICE! OTHER LOUD PHRASES REPEATED 5 TIMES"

"sorry I was in the subway. I'm safe, alive, not on the blackmarket, and eating lunch. kthnx bye."


So we ate, chatted about our love lives, talked about him being really picky with girls, and choosing not to drink because in the end, nothing good really comes out of it, or at least more stupid things happen than good things, and that's only if you remember the good things that happened. And my bagel was soooo good. We finish up, head back out, and walk to his loft.


Now, I wish I had taken a picture of the outside of his loft because it really is quite a site to see. And by that I mean, it looked really shitty and sketchy from the outside. graffiti galore, slate colored, dented door on rusty hinges. When we open the door to the complex, mail was strewn all over the floor of the stairs, and the stairs looked like, and sounded like they were about to fall apart.

But once he opened the door to his loft....

Eric Lumiere 006

We entered the living room. The couches were found for free on craig's list.

Eric Lumiere 007

The pieces of art just leaning against the wall were found randomly in the city, and carried by Eric and buddy back to the "Zoloft".

Eric Lumiere 009

My bed for the first night. Hardest couch ever created.

Eric Lumiere 008

an upclose shot of the hand holding a shell.

Eric Lumiere 011

Cool find...but a bit wtf?

Eric Lumiere 010

Sick sick table made out of a piece of bamboo fence that they found, and the base is made out of pipes and tennis balls...something they found again.

Eric Lumiere 013
and my favorite part of the living room. They take their Britta seriously.

Onto, his room!
Eric Lumiere 004

In the doorway... I turn right and see,

Eric Lumiere 003
and
Eric Lumiere 002

*angels sing*

pretty freaking sick. We started writing stuff pretty much as soon as we got there for his song, "for the sake of feeling loved," and we recorded it. It sounds really sick, but he's not done mixing it. The other song we did is "Anthem" which was remixed by DJ Filo and Peri, who are under Paul Van Dyk's record label. It is being played all around the world in clubs by so many djs, including PVD himself




So that's the dance club version, he currently has another song being remixed and I heard demo versions and it is pretty sick.

Here's the version that we recorded, listen for the pizz in the bridge.


Note that this is merely a demo, rough vocals, and barely any mixing.

So...that's the end of part I of this post. I'm sorry it's long, and no I don't care if it's too long for you to read.

Oh yeah, and happy belated earth day.

EDIT:

ERIC HSIAO. STOP SIGNING ON AS ME ON YOUR LAPTOP YOU PUNK! I'VE BEEN WONDERING WHY MY PROFILE PICTURE HAS BEEN CHANGING TO GEORGE W. EATING A CAT EVERY SO OFTEN EVEN THOUGH I DELETE IT EVERY TIME. TODAY I HAD THIS CONVERSATION WITH JEREMY.
ChAmPiOnMantis: wait

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Sunday, March 18, 2007

A year ago. Today.

It takes a while to sink in,
to finally hit you.
But when it does,
you know it.
The flood gates open, and every emotion you've felt
shock, surprise, disbelief, guilt, anger, regret, (excuse me if I've missed any)
and finally incontainable sadness, all flow out in a torrent of tears and clenched fists.
The memories, the thoughts, the quotes, and smiles of you
play as a movie would,
a Man's life as we knew it.
As we know it.
The lessons, the words of wisdom and experience,
the massive bear hugs that hurt (but we didn't mind),
Explode and collide together,
and hits you hard.
The long list of adjectives would never do you justice,
just an understatement to the Colossus you were to us.
The Colossus of Rhoades it should have been spelt.

We miss you Mr. Rhoades.
Always in our thoughts.

-SHS Tennis '06

All the way for You.



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