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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Wednesday, December 11, 2002
I love walking into a music store and hearing something you love and would never expect to hear. I was at Borders, which i wouldn't even consider a music store, last night, hoping desperately to find a Betty Hutton cd for my mother since it's not available anywhere. From the loudspeakers, I heard The Flaming Lips new album, "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots." How? Who? What a surprise! I got a chance to talk to the staff guy, who had actually put the cd in, so we had a good chat about the band, their last album, the way they're able to dress up in animal suits during the concert and still say something more important and long-lasting than most bands i know. The song "do you realize?" still haunts me from when I first heard it playing from my record player. But to hear it at Borders? i love such random juxtaposition of worlds, the highly commercial mainstream store playing the indie bizarre little band from Norman, OK, where my brother went to college and I probably should have followed. But now I'm here, and somehow still listening to The Flaming Lips. Different though my life might have been, it might have turned out somehow the same.
12:45 PM
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