Fugue is shaping up to be a good and intensive class. History of Jazz seems like your typical undergraduate lecture class but the subject matter is interesting enough for me to read on my own. For some reason though, I always seem to forget about that class when planning out my day. The student clientele is an interesting mix of majors, non-majors, and grad students, which is a little overwhelming for the instructor. While he patiently tried to explain "what is a B section and why do I need it" to one student, the brown-nosing hep cats in the front row kept pointing out the alternate bebop influences in the aural examples.

I did the math this morning and discovered that I travelled roughly 3,900 miles in cars over the Christmas Break. That includes my trips up and down the Eastern seaboard, and scenic I-95 from Jacksonville to Boston. That's far too much road-tripping for any sane individual. Luckily, I'm not planning any big trips until I go back to Virginia for the summer.

I was listening to some music of the Dave Matthews band this afternoon. In my opinion, it's one of the few musical acts from the '90s with any semblance of musical talent and lasting appeal. However, I noticed today that I've never actually cared about the lyrics, which usually turn out to be overly trite on closer hearing. I listen to the band for its unique sound rather than any socially-conscious messages because they sound good, regardless of whatever the hell they're saying in a given song.

Kind of like Kansas.