Also commonly referred to as "meggings". It's a terrible truth of my life.
I realize I have been seriously negligent to this blog, but read on and you will surely agree I've had little time and perhaps more pressing things on my mind than blogging.
Speaking of, I'm needing some serious positive vibes guys. Please send some my way if you can spare it. I really need this to be a good year, but it's hard to see the sun through the storm right now.
I'm not sure where I left off, but Dune music, oh how I miss you. Dune is where I was working- it's an umbrella record label over an educational collective called Tomorrow's Warriors. Basically I got to pretend to be the production manager as the former left about 2 days before I got there. So my job entitled working with the wonderful Adam who knows everyone in the music business as he worked for Sony music for years and is a HUGE music fanatic. He is the communication and marketing fellow so I got to update the website- also the video is new- it's awesome. http://dune.posterous.com/who-we-are-and-what-we-do
Any posts from June-August 15th are written by yours truly.
http://dune.posterous.com/
I updated websites, met with people, contacted important people, updated info, send important papers to other important people. I also got to do the usual intern stuff, which included mainly making tea and hanging around the office with all the fabulous dune staff while the incredibly slow internet uploaded or downloaded or whatever needed to happen internet-wise.
I also got to work with venues such as the infamous Ronnie Scott's to set up gigs for our musicians.
The final gig (for me) was the Denys Baptiste Quartet (<3 have a listen, Denys is a bloody genius) at Ronnie's. It was perfect, everything was right, the sound quality was to die for, I had a friend come along- as it was my last night seeing my lovely employers at Dune it was nice to have someone else there with me- we all drank, listened, watched and were taken away. Denys's new album will be out in October and I highly recommend having a listen, it'll transport.
The day before the gig- Thursday and my last day in the office the Dune crew threw a small cake-and-champagne-party for my farewell. And boy was it difficult to say goodbye. No tears were shed, but I got a beautiful card and they all made speeches about, well basically how awesome I was at my job. It was hopeful and yet beyond bittersweet.
I don't know what else I can say. Transitions are weird, to quote my dear Sarah. I've done it enough times that I fooled myself into believing that I didn't need time to transition back to being in the US of A and into my "normal" routine.
This trip was also unlike anything or any moves I've done before.
I had my future in my hand. Then it evaporated in front of my eyes.
more to come. pictures as promised long long ago. But I can't try to explain everything now, or ever really. It was a perfect summer.
I'm keeping this blog thing up- might as well eh?
If you can spare some positive vibes, direct them toward the sailboat house, PDX. We could really use them.
much love.
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