To an Ideal Summer Night
Well shit, I just got home and my dad and his friends were still drinking. I reluctantly joined in...I have a fucking interview tomorrow, in Oakland. WTF am I doing? Fuck it, I've already done a drunk post before, here goes nothing:
I just shared a very special night with a few of my closest friends. I am truly, truly blessed. I've come to realize I cannot be thankful enough for all these remarkable moments few people have to opportunity to experience. To sit down with a group of friends, and to relive Chris Botti's greatest personal performance over a glass of Napa Valley wine, let alone to do that through one of the most technologically sound mediums? An HDTV that lets us see the beady sweat on the drummer's forehead in the backdrop of any scene, a BluRay sound that lets us hear the raw timbre of the yamaha piano. We sat there that in Boston venue tonight. We just experienced Chris Botti's liquid-gold of a tone melt our very souls to jello. This is materialism, I know, but my point lies otherwise. It's the fact that I live in a tiny scope of society succeeding an era that has seen arguably the biggest technological advances in all of human history. Its also the fact that I live in a affluent enough country that has ability to fully take advantage of it. For billions of people in history, music is last thing on their minds when they have other pressing issues, such as not getting their head blown off, finding a place to sleep, preparing for the next meal ahead of them, or simply the technology just didn't exist.
Rachel, Jason's mom just seriously made everything better tonight. She told me she had one of the greatest times tonight before I left. I wrote a post a few weeks back about a goal I wanted to accomplish in my life. Maybe I'm wrong, but I think she had an especially good night through a realization of something similar. A toast with good company, all thanks to the extremely hard work of her and Jason's dad. Seriously, they've built that gorgeous house solely through hard work; we would not have been able to gather and watch/listen to music had it not for them. She popped open two bottles of Napa Valley wine to a group of people who haven't developed the appreciation of wine. She opened itjust for us. That's the sentiment I wish to have. Money doesn't matter, it's all for the experience. Kudos to Jason's mom and dad for--time and time again--providing us with the hospitality to have ridiculously fun times and amazing music so we can truly admire its beauty.
I just shared a very special night with a few of my closest friends. I am truly, truly blessed. I've come to realize I cannot be thankful enough for all these remarkable moments few people have to opportunity to experience. To sit down with a group of friends, and to relive Chris Botti's greatest personal performance over a glass of Napa Valley wine, let alone to do that through one of the most technologically sound mediums? An HDTV that lets us see the beady sweat on the drummer's forehead in the backdrop of any scene, a BluRay sound that lets us hear the raw timbre of the yamaha piano. We sat there that in Boston venue tonight. We just experienced Chris Botti's liquid-gold of a tone melt our very souls to jello. This is materialism, I know, but my point lies otherwise. It's the fact that I live in a tiny scope of society succeeding an era that has seen arguably the biggest technological advances in all of human history. Its also the fact that I live in a affluent enough country that has ability to fully take advantage of it. For billions of people in history, music is last thing on their minds when they have other pressing issues, such as not getting their head blown off, finding a place to sleep, preparing for the next meal ahead of them, or simply the technology just didn't exist.
Rachel, Jason's mom just seriously made everything better tonight. She told me she had one of the greatest times tonight before I left. I wrote a post a few weeks back about a goal I wanted to accomplish in my life. Maybe I'm wrong, but I think she had an especially good night through a realization of something similar. A toast with good company, all thanks to the extremely hard work of her and Jason's dad. Seriously, they've built that gorgeous house solely through hard work; we would not have been able to gather and watch/listen to music had it not for them. She popped open two bottles of Napa Valley wine to a group of people who haven't developed the appreciation of wine. She opened itjust for us. That's the sentiment I wish to have. Money doesn't matter, it's all for the experience. Kudos to Jason's mom and dad for--time and time again--providing us with the hospitality to have ridiculously fun times and amazing music so we can truly admire its beauty.
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