First pop discovery since the 10th grade. Tears of a Clown. I LOVE that high tenor, Smokey's is such a great voice to DO too; it's a brand new hue on the pallette for me (if you've survived the pun).

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Since the late 60's popular music has been Artist-circumferential, which I think has given the modern artist a scene of extreme isolation from the ( Read more... )

WE HAVE GOT A MANDOLIN AND I COULD DIE. Learning the chord shapes this afternoon was like being 13 again, it was so much fun just discovering them. "Ohh this sounds nice.. oh this goes well with that!" The mandolin is such a great instrument in that it's impossible not to be just knees-up sort of hoedown fun. You can't play Beethoven on the ( Read more... )

I wish emotions were better categorized. Love is becoming Love, it's not a thing in itself (unless you get into the metaphysics of it and slap it on as a label for everything). I dislike the precipice right before feeling something, the doubt of it which is sometimes impossible to avoid, or the feeling of teetering on an emotion but being locked ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that Sarah Palin was a teacher at my elementary school. I was flying around (I can fly in my dreams and, as was learned from one abortive kindergarten experiment involving taping paper to my arms and running spastically, not so well in real life). Anyways, I saw my old school coming up over the houses and trees so I decided to ( Read more... )

The most miserable times in my life are when I feel obliged to smile and be cheery even if I don't feel like it. There's a half of me that's almost like a politician; I just want everyone to like me and nothing more. And not wanting to hurt people who have come to expect that half of me becomes, in my head, this huge thing that overrides everything ( Read more... )

AP: Inmate who says he's too fat to die to be executed

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081014/ap_on_re_us/death_penalty_ohio

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Runic poetry.

There's much to say and too much room to say it. I forgot how angry I am at many things (not what you'd expect, however). Oddly enough I'm happy--I'm happy being indignant. I just get a little fed up with the sterility of it all, more than just Academia. When we were going down the line naming church modes "Aeolean, Lydian, Mixolydian" I blurted ( Read more... )

If I could still for one moment my heart which flings about helplessly on its axis would I be a better man? I'm thirsty for the whole world. Pour into my open mouth your foreign cities. I cannot negate myself or the purpose of my life. I cannot ( Read more... )

Driving home tonight a grasshopper flew in through my open window and attempted to give me a kiss. Then it flew on its own busy little grasshopper-y way. In keeping with a recently developed theme of my life I have fallen in love with it, have begun thinking of it when it is absent and started writing passion-swept guitar music for it.


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Almond eyes, as spring wraps the earth
And softly displays the secret of life's renewal
And embraces it tightly to impress upon every hue
A more vibrant world than was known before
I am so deeply reborn in anticipation
Of your unnamed gaze O innocent love