Music is great. There's no other way really I can describe it because it strips my linguistic articulation down to the very bare bones. There's precious few other ways to say 'I love you' than with those words.
Today I've been having an opera overload. I think I loved opera before I ever really loved anything else. It washes you clean, just like the blues; they wash you clean too and fix all your bad thoughts.
I'm making my mommy a CD for mother's day and all. Ultimate expression of love! Feast your ears!
So yeah what else can I say. Lie on the floor and listen to it. Rachmaninoff. Eric Clapton. Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison. Chopin. Tosca. La bohème. Don Giovanni. Faust. Van Morrison. Jon Spencer Blues Explosion. Robert Johnson. Muddy Waters. Howlin Wolf. The Black Keys. Noah Gunderson. Mozart. Marillion. Schubert. Bach. Bachinaal (ha).
So here's for all you guys. You rock my socks.
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| my living room yesterday morning |
Edit: Oh yeah and I've been making a playlist of music I find it good to write to. Clears my head:
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLF9A81B40F5E35E07
COMMAS ARE ALLOWED TODAY BECAUSE IT'S SUNDAY AND THEREFORE A DAY OF REST.
COMMALESS LENT 2012









