| What is your ethnicity?
-scot/irish
What is your nationality?
-San Franciscan
Where were you born?
-Vallejo (San Francisco)
Where were your parents born?
-LA and Sacramento (but both San Franciscans)
Did you have friends of mostly the same ethnicity (when you were growing up)?
-Mexicans and Americans
Do you still live in your childhood home?
-Hell no
Do you like animals?
-Hell yeah
Do you have any pets? Or wished you had any?
-I have a baby Boston Terrier named Cara
Are you talented in/at anything?
-Probably something, but I don't know
Do you like to sing?
-Yeah, but I suck
Do you play an instrument?
-Yeah
What occupation would your lover/bf/gf/*special
somebody* have?
-Whatever makes them happy
What are your fave physical traits in a potential
lover/bf/gf/*special somebody*?
-The female form in general!!!
What are your fave non-physical traits in a
lover/bf/gf/*special somebody*?
-Not being too "serious"
Do you approve or disapprove of dating outside of
your race/ethnicity?
-Why would anyone disapprove? That's stupid.
Would you kiss somebody of the same sex?
-On a dare, sure. for pleasure, na...not my thing.
Would you kiss somebody of the opposite sex?
-Please
Do you daydream of your perfect mate?
-Not anymore....the "perfect mate" doesn't exist as we imagine it. Real life takes effort.
Do you believe in marriage?
-Yeah
Do you want to have children someday?
-Heaven forbid, yeah...
At what age do you envision yourself either
settled down, married, divorced!, or "grown up"
finally?
-89, 90, and 91 respectivly.
What was your favorite childhood plaything?
-My penis. But wasn't that everyone's favorite????
Do you like to work out at the gym?
-not anymore. I'm lazy
Are you a health nut?
-fuck no. I like beer and pizza
Are you into Classical music?
-Most classical music
Are you into Musical Theater/Broadway/Show
Tunes?
-yes, but not so much the kind with lots of glittery bow ties and "jazz hands" thats too 'gay'!
Would you ever want to be famous?
-Not to the point that I can't go out in public without being bothered.
Would you ever date a celebrity?
-I have, and yeah, I would again!
Would you ever want to star in movies?
-If the right director approached me... ;) | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment   |
| Tomorrow morning (I guess in 5 or so hours), my good buddy Todd and I embark on a bittersweet, confusing journey through the tumbleweeds, sweeping valleys, and "Bat Country" that is the American Southwest....our destination: Las Vegas. The event: wedding.
The "sweet" aspect is in that our very good friend and longtime bandmate Bob is getting married. Not just that, but he's *gasp* going to be a daddy - which will make ME crazy Uncle Ian whether Beth likes it or not!!! Knowing Bob as long as I have, and going through our respective "big breakups" together around the same time frame, this wedding is a wonderful thing, and Beth is a firecracker! She and Bob are pretty much perfect for eachother. Plus, Todd and PT and I have teamed up to raise hell, just like last summer when it was Bob, PT, and myself (...Microsurgical Vasectomy Reversal.....If you wanna blow your load today!). Being that Bob is preoccupied with a morning-sick woman and tons of relatives and arrangements, Todd will make a superb substitute. Plus, his dad has a house in Vegas, so we can party for cheap! I plan on winning my rent money at Blackjack. This is all good shit!
The "bitter" aspect, for me at least, is that I'm going to this wedding thing without a date in tow... I mean, Todd's cool and all, but I get the sense we're both getting tired of the dating game, while it HAS been tremendous fun at times! Fo' sho'! What with the release of "Wedding Crashers", its all hitting a little too close to home for me. I know I'm only 24 and "have my WHOLE LIFE ahead of me", but you can only try on so many "hats" before you get tired of trying to find the right one. Now, I just don't even care anymore, which is kinda sad. I think I'm going to this wedding to give Bob a huge pat on the back, win a few bucks at the casino, and drive home ASAP...whereas Todd (and probably PT) have other plans in store for us! I'm not usually one to turn down a stripper who wants to get naked, but sheeeeet....
Now that I think about it, fucking EVERYONE is getting married these days! Bob, my boss Lisa is in September, my sister's friend Aaron in August, my parents are getting RE-married sometime next year to celebrate their 25th (a year late, but whatever....), and other people too. Its weird. I've had friends who were married for years, and it never seemed strange. I guess all these folks I've known for so long taking that plunge before my eyes.....its weird (probably in a good way). I'm sure I'm just paranoid of my own wedding, whenever that cold black day might come.... ;)
I hope everyone's wedding plans are just JOLLY and perfect! | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 04:21 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/artistic.gif) creative |
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| Ahhhh, one month graduated and nothing major to speak of. I'm working at the bar around the corner quite a bit....paying rent and bills through it, so no complaints here. Gigs are extra cash, which I obviously like!!! I have some event with Quincy Jones in August, so I'm looking forward to that. I've decided to resume the full-time doctoral program search in October, so between now and then is CHILL time! Dig?
Tomorrow is PRIDE, so I'm going down to Market and Van Ness to cheer a few of by buddies on who are wearing fishnets and platforms while parading down Market. You know, more power to them and all, but fuck, it doesn't take much talent to walk with women's clothing on....I could fucking do that, I just choose not to. PRIDE is cool in concept; its one of a kind.....but I personally get a little bored with it. If you're going to be in a parade, ANY parade, you OWE me something extrodinary....thats my philosophy. I'm not suggesting "happy endings" for all patrons on the street, but at least carry a sparkler or fire-eating-gay-midget.......SOMETHING to make the parade more engaging.... You seen one trannie holding a banner, you seen them all.... Even though it's free, I WANT MY MONEY'S WORTH!!! | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 12:28 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/sad.gif) sad |
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| This morning after finding Paco my dog in a very unpleasant state, I decided it was time to take him to the vet and have him put down. My mom is out of town, but my dad and sister came with me. After cleaning him up and getting the IV tube inserted, we said our goodbyes. All three of us were choked up, needless to say. Maye didn't want to be there for it, so I went and sat outside the office with her. As we walked down the ramp, I could see through the window of the office the vet inserting the drugs to put him to sleep, and I had to turn my head away. My dad told me after the fact that he went out almost immediatly. It was peaceful.
Maye and I went and sat under a tree, didn't speak. About 5 minutes later, my dad walked back to the car, in tears with the rest of us. We sat in the parking lot for a minute before piling pack in the car for the shitty drive home.
No more than 1 minute out of the parking lot, we pass a sign by the Charles Schultz Center that read "Warm Puppy Cafe - 1/2 off lunch!" After a few seconds, I cracked up - the way you do when you NEED to laugh but you're still really choked up. Maye and my dad both saw the sign too, and the whole way home we laughed our asses off and wiped away tears. Paco was a funny-ass dog, always making us laugh, and I like to think that in some way, it was his last laugh for us.
Thanks for that Paco, here's to you, ugly muppet! *glug glug glug* | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Two weeks after graduation, and nothing... I was expecting a giant FedEx package of money to arrive in the mail from a random donor, but nothin'! As the sweaty ass of reality rubs itself on me, I've begun to formulate my plans for the next year. At the moment, I'll looking for a job with the SF Symphony as a PR/communications associate, but anyone who has looked for a job on Craigslist knows, they NEVER actually respond to your resume...so what does that mean???
BARTENDING!!! All my buddies are bartenders...Wade, Mike, Justin. Well, at the moment, I'm doing construction too....yet again.....to make ends meet until a "real" job finds its way into my lap. I'm going to do shitty work that I don't mind until I get a proper "career" type thing to tide me over until I decide where to move in the next year, which will most likely be New York. However, I'm fully aware that NY slaps you down the moment you step off the plane, so I need to prepare in the meantime.
Musically, things are looking good. I have a duet performance with Jeff Kahane for a benefit in two weeks...so MAYBE he'll program some of my compositions with the Colorado Symphony (his new job). The Oakland Symphony may do my new piece next year. The irony in this is that many of the patrons of the Oakland Symphony might be regular customers of the resturaunt/bar I've been filling in at. Serve em' drinks one night, music the next... I'm hoping this will lead to a bigger tip each time...
The only shittyness is that any day now, I will probably have to put my dog down. Paco is a good f*cking dog... He will be missed, but he's suffering horribly, and I don't think he's thrillled about another round of chemo. There is this Jack Kevorkian of dogs in SF who I called, but my teacher Elly recommended strongly to avoid having him come out to put Paco down. I'll just trust my vet, even though I think he may be keeping the dog alive just to pay his morgage.....I'm not a vet, but I think it needs to be done sometime in the next couple days. This bums me out, but I've known about it for some time and am prepared to lose him.
Mainly, I'm poor and *still* single and muy edu-ma-cated and happy and loving every day, good and bad. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| So, San Francisco Blues was a huge success (despite the fact that I had to sing the main part myself), and the following day, I passed my piano exams, which means....
I graduated *with honors*! I am now MASTER Ian Dickenson, completely broke and happy as hell! ;) This week is dedicated to drinking and forgetting everything I've learned in the past 2 years. Let the good times roll! | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | SF BLUES | | Time: | 11:29 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/happy.gif) relieved |
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| For the past year an a half (since November or so of 2003), I have been slowly picking away at a jazz/classical/chamber music/beat poetry composition I invisioned called "San Francisco Blues" - set to the long-form poem of the same name by Jack Kerouac. Last night, after 18 months and countless drafts, I finally finished it. Its in 8 movements and will probably be about 45 minutes long. This is, by far, the LONGEST and largest-scale piece I've ever written (in terms of form).
Soooo.....for those who want to see some of San Francisco's fucking best jazz musicians premiere it with me, be at AMNESIA in San Francisco on Sunday, May 8th at 7pm... It'll be a grand affair! I'm so damn happy its done! | | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment |
| | NOOOO!! I'm getting back into the fucking habit of wasting hours online not doing a fucking thing! I was so good for a while and got a lot done, but now I'm checking my e-mail about 20 times a day just to avoid finishing this piece I've been stuck on for about 6 months, and the premire is less than a month away! AHHHHH!!!! AND I still have to do my taxes.... AND I have homework, LOTS. AND I have to write two more pieces in a month. AND I, awe fuckit, who cares. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| (x) snuck out of the house
(X) gotten lost in your city
(x) saw a shooting star
(x) been to any other countries besides the United States
( ) had a serious surgery
(x) gone out in public in your pajamas
(x) kissed a stranger
(x) hugged a stranger
(x) been arrested
(x) laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose
(x) pushed all the buttons on an elevator
(x) swore at your parents
(x) been in love
(x) been close to love
(x) been to a casino
(x) had sex
( ) been skydiving
( ) broken a bone
(x) been high
(x) skinny-dipped
(x) skipped school
(x) flashed someone
(x) saw a therapist
(x) done the splits
(x) played spin the bottle
(x) gotten stitches
( ) drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour
(x) bitten someone
( ) been to Niagara Falls
(x) gotten the chicken pox
(x) kissed a member of the opposite sex
(x) kissed a member of the same sex
(x) crashed into a friend's car
( ) been to Japan
(x) ridden in a taxi
(x) been dumped
(x) shoplifted
(x) been fired
( ) had a crush on someone of the same sex
(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back
(x) gone on a blind date
(x) lied to a friend
(x) had a crush on a teacher
( ) celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans
( ) been to Europe
(x) slept with a co-worker
( ) been married
( ) gotten divorced
( ) had children
(x) seen someone die
( ) had a close friend die
( ) been to Africa
(x) Driven over 400 miles in one day
(x) Been to Canada
(x) Been to Mexico
(x) Been on a plane
(x) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show
(x) Thrown up in a bar
(x) Purposely set a part of myself on fire
(x) Eaten Sushi....Eeeewwww :p
(x) Been skiing/snowboarding
(x) Met someone in person from the internet
( ) lost a child
(x) gone to college
(x) graduated college
(x) done hard drugs
(x) tried killing yourself
(x) fired a gun
( ) purposely hurt yourself
(x) taken painkillers
(x) love someone or miss someone right now
all the stuff I haven't done involves serious injury or children....I don't really want to think of either!!! Europe isn't far off though... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 01:01 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/angry.gif) pissed off |
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| | Ever prepared parts and scores for a 90-piece orchestra, only to find out you did ALL (not most, not some...ALL) of the the parts wrong because the orchestra manager didn't specify how to copy them, and now have to do them all over again??? I didn't think so. I don't need to follow that up with how I'm now spending my fucking weekend....10 more hours at the computer, and I don't even have time to download porn.... What a shame. | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| San Francisco is a fascinating town. A beautiful town. Its' been good to me. I have a fantastic education thus far (almost 7/8ths done!) I've had cocktails with US Senators and talked one-on-one about civic policy with the current and last mayors (the Gav and Slick Willie). I've met the (former) Vice President, former Governor(s), the occasional local actor (Bratt, Glover, Penn...never met Robin Williams), not to mention the wide array of fantastic musicians I've met or performed with. In a given week, I might perform at a reception for the former US Secretary of State, maybe a reception for a city Supervisor, and later that week be drinking a 40 oz of Olde English whilst walking through the train tunnel between cole and Duboce. I've played in a couple outstanding bands for which I'm quite proud of my time served. I've done many things in the short time I've actually lived here, but looking back long before I WAS a San Franciscan, this city has - for better or for worse - been good to me.
I write this because I am seriously contemplating leaving to start a doctoral program I was recently admitted into, and their offer seems too sweet to pass up... I will be flying out in the next week or two to "check it out". If it is somehting I can tolerate for 2 years, then I'll do it and THEN move back to SF and beg for a teaching job. "Dr. Ian Dickenson." Makes me sound like an asshole! Moreso! ;) | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | On the PLUS side of things, I was riding the N-Judah, and was sitting in front of an old Asian grandmother and (I'm assuming) her grandaughter, who had to have been 5 or 6 years old. This little girl kept kicking my seat, but I didn't mind too much. She kept doing it.....so.....after a while, I got slightly annoyed. I turned around to see stare the little girl down, and she proceeds to sing the guitar riff to "Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zeppelin (bow! bbb bbb b-bow b-bow bow! bbb bbb...etc). This confused the fuck out of me as rightly it should have, so I turned around again pondering where this girl was absorbing the guitar stylings of Jimmy Page. She kept kicking my seat, so I turned around again a moment later, and this time she starting screaming the guitar riff to "Hearbreaker" (bowwww wowwwww wowww wa-wa-wa, bow-wow-wow-wow...etc...). I got of at the next stop, and I swear, I saw her head rotate a full 360 degrees. Crazy 5 year old Asian Led Zeppelin girl on the train. I love this town! | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 06:41 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/okay.gif) okay |
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| | Gonna go drinkin' with Max and Mike, maybe Justin. Man, I LOVE how all my best friends all live in San Francisco now. We haven't all been around these past 4 years, either because of living out of town, girlfriends, etc. But lately we seem to be tearing shit up on a regular basis, and its pretty nice having that foundation of good friends to hang with...other than all the music nerds such as myself. I'm still bummed about my dog though. :( | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 02:39 pm | | Current Mood: | crushed |
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| | I just talked to my family, and Paco my dog has lymph node cancer and the vet only gave him about a month or two. No treatment options other than steriods, which will make his days a little easier. He's been loosing weight for a couple months now and has not been his usual self when I come to visit. I thought he was cholking on a bone or something one afternoon for about 30 minutes, but now it makes sense. I'm pretty bummed out now...I love my dog. Fuck, he's only 7 years old. Fuck.... | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| I haven't updated in a while. Nothing new to report. Finished scoring that movie, it premiered at Sundace Film Festival to good reviews. Starting my last semester at SFCM....I'm fucking BURNED OUT on school! I need a year off! But, I'm still doing all the applications and stuff for more grad schools. If I get a phat offer, I'll go somewhere. If not, I'm taking a year or two off.
I got burned by that girl I liked, but so is the tao of Ian...damnit. I am WAY behind on my compositon deadlines, I have no venue for my SF Blues premiere, and I'm really bored lately. Other than all that, things are pretty cool. My aunt died last year, and the other day, I get a random check in the mail for my cut of the trust. I didn't know I was getting a dime, but my mom, the executor, didn't want me or anyone else in the family to get money grubby and shitty. I'm glad she didn't tell anyone!!! Her younger sister (my dumb aunt) is a real piece of shit and just wants to get paid. Anyway.... So my mom told us all we got nothing until it was all said and done. Wise of her indeed, and it helps me pay off a fairly large chunk of my student loans. (waving goodbye to the check). yay. :( | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 03:45 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/sleepy.gif) tired |
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| Did I mention that I cleaned my room? I thought for the longest time that it would clean itself, but NOOOO....stupid room. Its been over 6 months or so since I cleaned up my mess...(and by I, I mean Max when I was on tour and he crashed at my apartment for a couple weeks). I have a floor! Hardwood floors too! For a while there, I thought it was carpet beneith all my shit, which I guess is a sign that its REALLLLY time to clean your room. I moved my bed (or as I call it, my bed....zing!) by the window, so now I am cascaded with the moonglow through the window while I think about naked chicks and beer as I drift off to sleep, which I am going to do right now (sleep, not naked chicks....one can wish, right?).
Quote of the Day: "The thing I'll miss most about you is having to talk to you." -Johnny Carson to his estranged wife #3.
ciao- I | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Hey, believe me, I hate George Bush II. I hate him. He is the worst President ever (notice the caps...I respect the presidency as an office....but not the one holding it). I wish he would just go away, never to exist again, but of couse this is impossible considering the amount he spends protecting himself. That said....
NotOneDamnDime Day made only a little sense to me. Several friends informed me about it, but I opted to go about my regular routine. I cannot avoid spending money on a weekday...either for myself, or for my friends who I give business to. I support local business like my local bar...if everyone boycott the bar for a day, one of my good friends working that day would have a shitty take, making no tips, and having a tough week financially. It hurts them a LOT more than Bush. The same applies to many who work in the service industry. Do I avoid using my credit card? Hell yeah. But it seems to me like throwing a monkey wrench in the economy for one day is going to have little to zero effect on GW Bush. Why waste your time? I bought my coffee and beer that day and I don't feel bad for it. I supported San Franciscans who share my philosophy on Bush....even if it meant spending a couple bucks here and there.
I hate this asshole, and MY way of sticking it to him is writing music. It may not get much press now, or have much of an effect now, but I belive that in the years to come, when things like my "Fuck Bush" symphony get published and performed, history will paint the picture that contemporary politics couldn't. George Bush will go down in the books like Hitler or Stalin. I have no doubt about this. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
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