I'm still wondering out loud, grandma. 2 jubilat poems to get me through:

From This Vantage Point Your View Will Be Clear by Lisa Olstein ( Read more... )

Good personal facts get meatier through re-evaluation. For instance, the fact that, although I do my damndest to steer clear of him, Bob Dylan manages to break into me and face myself i.e. cry. I really avoid him like a professor whose class I've been skipping, but then Pandora sends him knocking on my door or, even though I warn him against it, ( Read more... )

Two weeks ago, down my bubbie fell in her bathroom. and one phone call later i was on a shaky plane to new york. the taxi tried to charge me 80$.  there was a farmer's market in union square, and I waited for S by the Virgin record store. I watched a pair of overly dressed rappers, defensively handing out demo CDs. I tried to remember all of my ( Read more... )

Is there a piano?
Is there a vocalist?
Is it the most beautiful song you've ever heard?

Then.

Oregon is a good gray. It ruins sunshine, the way a child regretlessly (cheerfully!) takes a dark crayon and blacks out a nice picture he made. Today I took a charter bus east, which is not my favorite direction, but I was unalone, so we hummed along until we came to a fish hatchery, with tanks of murky water. You stand and stare, and eventually ( Read more... )

Beethoven was so un-PC. He stole his nephew from his sister-in-law, after Casper Carl on his beethovenly death bed BEGGED L.V. beethoven not to take him away from his mother. Not only begged, but put it in his will, basically DO NOT let my nutjob of a brother take my son away from his mother. he is "too much of a composer ( Read more... )

GADD I want to get it out!! Chopin was insecure!

Guess what America, I DID cry after reading the Barack Obama interview in Rolling Stone. I cried right there in the New Seasons eating area ( Read more... )

At this point, if I am doing useless things, it is my fault. I am still FURIOUS at my professor for being incompetent. But otherwise, yeah, my fault, writing this useless paper ( Read more... )

YES!!!
I bought a trombone at the bins (a Goodwill phenomenom that is a giant warehouse full of BINS full of THIN'S) for 30 dollars. it has no mouthpiece, the case is dented, and someone took a BITE out of the bell. there are TEETHMARKS on the bell of my trombone.

his name is Chance.


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