Wednesday September 3 2014

ian-francis2[i]

Waking up around noon.


Honey Crunch n Oats with Almond Milk.


Buying some piano books from Music & Arts.


Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jam Sandwich. Potato Chips. Peach. Green Tea Steaz.


Got a heavy schedule of lessons to give at Music Makers, at least four new students today, most of them between 5 and 7 years old. Two of them are brother and sister to which I give a dual lesson. Jean-Marc and Elsie. They're like yin and yang – the girl is right-handed and the boy is left-handed – the girl is very optimistic and cheery – the boy is pessimistic and methodical. I explain to them, "If you do a good job I'll give you a sticker after every lesson."

The boy questions it, "What if we don't do a good job?"

"Then you don't get a sticker!" I reply. "But I think you'll do a good job every time. I believe in you."

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As soon as I'm done here at the studio I have to drive over to Jamilyn's house to give Micaelyn her piano lesson. Snacking on a Vegan Espresso Chip Cookie on the way. I'm finding it even more difficult to teach her cause of the autistic barrier. But it's all about patience and repetition. And this young one has a good ear for music – a lot of potential here. She can hum any note she plays. The biggest obstacle is getting her into the habit of using all her fingers instead of just one. I stay a little bit longer this time and chat with her mother about her history in music and Micaelyn's future.


Banana.


At the track field off First Colonial running and shooting hoops.


Making an exceptional dinner for Ana and I: Maple and Mustard Glazed Salmon with Roasted Brussel Sprouts, Carrots, and Almond Encrusted Eggplant. And topping it off with Orange Juice Aguafrescas.


When making the homemade sodas Kevin questions what we're making. Anything he doesn't understand he haphazardly labels as "too hipster" for him.

Me: "Kevin, what does that word even mean to you?"


Upstairs tinkering at the piano with Ana – she can almost read music better than I can. Lounging in the bed. I talk about my objectives with some of these piano students I have. It's all about knowing music theory and then using that knowledge to get creative – turning away from being chained to reading sheet music and opening up your musical intuition. Although I'm in the process of training myself in the classical school of thought so I can have the luxury of both. Then, discussing the problem with today's generation and how nostalgia eats up all our present moments. I'm one to talk; I'm obviously a big fan of documentation and looking back. But I still see the setbacks of not living in the moment.

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Ana's wearing a rose-colored short dress, which keeps riding up.

Me: "Are you worried about who's gonna see you? It's just me. You can just take that off anyway."

I instigate a desirable sex session.


Sleep at some late hour.


[i] Ian Francis.

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