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the end of another week alone
Well, my rearranging project was started, but not finished. The living room is much more open now, and it kind of reminds me of a VFW post with the stereo Kittie-cornered by the window and room to dance in front. Reluctantly, Neil and I moved the old Grundig into the basement. We also started sorting the mountain (yes, mountain) of dirty laundry, ( Read more... ) -
End of School Year, Begining of Summer
Well, I made it through my first semester back in college. Grades ( Read more... ) -
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babiezzz, plz watch me play my song, it's like real cu0l.thx.
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Question-Is it possible for people to discuss recorded art intelligently without "it sounds like they tried to sound like their first album, but instead it sounds like BAND-X covering BAND-Y..."? It seems not, as it seems every "music authority" discusses albums in terms of other albums, never giving a clear statement about the product. Now, of ( Read more... ) -
innocent of me
smoke of cigarettes, yellow sheets still wet ( Read more... ) -
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Last Friday a piano was moved into our house. It took four of us (Dave, Neil, Will, and I) about two hours to get it up the steps to the door, and into the house. Moving the piano out of the rehearsal space, to the truck, driving it to Riverside, and getting it to the steps took about 30-40 minutes (travel time included). Suddenly I understand the ( Read more... )
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