it's originally by some folk singers named SIMON AND GARFUNKEL. what the sam, nice name lol. i can tolerate that version, and i suppose that if i were in the right mood, i could probably even enjoy it a little. but a small vocal group called the king's singers took that song and made a really cool a capella version of it that i like a lot. especially with all that barbershop stuff mike/andrew/bill/i did back during marching season. the bluecoats drum and bugle corps took that a capella version and turned it into a brass feature in their 2008 show the knockout. it's about rocky. but they play the last verse of the song that way, and it is quite possibly my favorite moment in all of drum corps. there are a lot of moments i could say that about lol. but this is definitely up there with the best of them. and lately i've been obsessed with listening to them play it... they sing the last line of the verse and it's really cool. i have some strange connection with that.
not so long ago i got back from matt's grad party, which was pretty cool. a similar group to tim's, but without tim and plus faith. and some other differences i'm sure. there was SO MUCH mexican food. his mom made a giant pot containing FIVE POUNDS of beans. that's hardcore. (every time i type that word, i want to type hardCORPS instead. it's almost irritating to me now to see it spelled "core". i'm so obsessed lol..) there was ping pong and taboo and pokemon and CONTACT, wherein i participated in the one and only clue that i ever have, and that i ever plan to. everyone else who thought they knew had it wrong. but good ol' bill knew i would have it. and i did. it was the only pleasure that ridiculous game has ever brought me.
i was late to Mass today D= i'm pretty sure it's the only time i've ever been responsible for my own tardiness to Mass. usually when i drive myself i get there early. not today. i felt awful.
my dad's grilling stuff for dinner, and i think i'm gonna go help him. grilling is fun, and like most forms of cooking, somehow theraputic to me. couldn't tell you why. but i likes it a lot.
"in the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade; and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame i am leaving, i am leaving, but the fighter still remains."
