words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Thursday, November 07, 2002
I have never been a radio listener ("and they grow up, prisoners, all their lives, radio listeners!" - REM), and forget sometimes that people actually do listen to the radio, do allow others to program their ears instead of going out to find what they like, out of the myriads of songs and artists who constantly produce like rabbits. When such people ask me where I find my music, I hardly know how to answer them without saying, everywhere! Isn't it everywhere? Every magazine, newspaper, and independent carries music reviews of what's new. Almost every cd store lets you listen to at least some of their music before buying it, everyone has friends who could share music they grew up with, or heard at a concert. Maybe they just don't love music like I do, don't have it constantly spinning in their heads, filling their ears and their souls with thought, poetry, beats, passion, and sadness. "Do you like american music? . . . they didn't know that music's in my soul" -Violent Femmes. If anybody wants to hear a good song, ask, I'll tell you what I know.
10:03 PM
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