Then I listened to Bill Morrissey's "Night Train" as I did my schoolwork. I love him, and I love his book, _Edson_. Bill Morrissey led me to, of course, Morrissey (Stephen Patrick, that is), and so I put on "Maladjusted" as I straightened my room. After class I was all riled up, so I put on Reelfoot's (possessing the lovely Mac MacNeilly, of course) "Push Me Again" and some Blues Explosion ("Orange"). Then, while I was writing a paper for my creative non-fiction class, I listened to the soundtrack from "The Thin Red Line" (needed to cry a little). Five genres, and the day's not over yet. |
It's like some sort of weird combination of acid jazz and Enigma. Now she's playing some sort of easy listening stuff, Oh well. Now she let me pick. So I went in. I put in a breakbeat CD, the AIDS-Relief compilation that had that other thing on it, and Ani Difranco's "Little Plastic Castle" and hit random. (I'm a regular at this cafe and they consult me a lot on marketing stuff and other stuff like music & stuff) Little rambling today. Enough of a hangover to make me mellow, not enough to hurt, and a really gorgeous day out has put me in quite a mood. I feel pretty damn cheerful, actually. |
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I spent a decade with a pair of headphones surgically bonded to my ears and then broke off for a couple of years. Today I went back to it. Pixies at a billion decibels. Loud enough for people to stare. It was such a buzz. I can't believe I gave it up. My ears are still ringing though. Tomorrow feels like an Aphex Twin kind of day. God, it's a "first shag in ages" mood. |