play records, smoke pot, what went wrong?

Aug 31, 2004 22:59

feed your head, i always like that line. kinda like a dylan retrospective statement.

so you go to the village in you tye-dye jeans, stare at the junkies and the closet queens, it's like a pornographic magazine, and you smile.

dude if you gotta look that up, i don't like you anymore.

issac asimov developed what is now almost completely the idea of futuristic robots. im not sure what genesis CH. 1 V. 32 has to do with it. alan parsons seems like a really nice guy. plus he did such a revolutionary engineering job with dsotm.

i really like concept albums. that seems like the kinda thing everyone should do.

well educated musicians, well read musicians, they have a sort of general genius that is ever evidient in their playing and content, and yet most often they are so humble.

you radiate cold shafts of broken glass. a favorite.

but not even close to:

wave upon wave of demented avengers, march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

none of them are dead, odd.

great music gives you chills: burry my body; oh, an untimely death. fire in the hole.

journey through space and time.
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