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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Tuesday, April 22, 2003
I first heard Nina Simone a few years ago as a mistake. I was buying a cd for my friend Richard's birthday. I asked to hear a dinah washington cd because I had heard good things about her, but the salesman accidentally played nina simone. I checked the songlist, since i knew both the song i was hearing and the one i was supposed to be hearing, and they clearly did not match. regardless, i loved it; i was so impressed with the simone cd, i bought it for richard as well, and then, ever so tactfully, asked to copy them both a couple of weeks later. after copying her cd, i listened to Wild is the Wind and teared up at the emotion in it, some of it I felt for richard, some I didn't understand, having never felt it at all. It's a song that should always be at the end of a cd, so that you hear nothing but silence afterwards. no song can follow that song. I've grown to love her voice and her command of a song, but i know there's still a lot to learn about her. I didn't know she was still alive when I learned she died today. which makes me feel silly, but then, i often follow simply the voice for years before i learn a thing about the person behind it. it may be the same (selfish?) impulse that allows me to know many people whose last names or job titles i have never remembered or cared about. I love how she sings, with all the emotion i wish I could muster.
2:34 PM
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