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Another place Bruce Springsteen is meant to be listened to:
Walking down a dark alley on a chilly fall night, gesturing to the song and acting out your frustrations to the night sky
I got a little bit of that feeling last night. That one I used to get. It made me happier than I've been in a good long while. Maybe reading "On the Road" or something will make it better. We'll have to see. I'm going to re-read a book I used to love, I just need to pick one from my miniscule box of novels. I think I still have the Donaldson books here. I'd sure as shit love to read those again.
As I was just commenting to Liz, I love old girl groups. The Chiffons, the Ronettes, the Crystals, the Shirelles...any of those Phil Spector produced, Brill Building written anthems of the 50s. Honestly, how could anyone not like songs sung with such sincerity and backed by such fantastic music? The layers...the freaking layers in these songs. I'm jealous I'm not capable of creating this kind of art. Pop-art, I will admit. But art nonetheless.
Just got to the saxaphone solo. God am I a sucker for one of those...
Not much to say right now. Not much else to say, that is. Nothing really special happening. Well, nothing I'm ready to mention here anyway. I don't jump the gun anymore. Or I try not to. Sometimes the crazy slips through the cracks though.
Another Bubble show this weekend. We'll have to see how it will be. I am in at least one hilarious skit. And I have partial writing credit due to the fact that part of it was based on an actual conversation. Oh, and I get to refer to myself in the third person. Always love doing that.
I feel like rambling. But I really can't. Got to write this stupid paper on this speech I saw tonight. Because it's due at 3 AM and I work 4 hours after that. So I should probably finish it before practice. If at all possible.
Right. Until next time...well, you know the drill.
Walking down a dark alley on a chilly fall night, gesturing to the song and acting out your frustrations to the night sky
I got a little bit of that feeling last night. That one I used to get. It made me happier than I've been in a good long while. Maybe reading "On the Road" or something will make it better. We'll have to see. I'm going to re-read a book I used to love, I just need to pick one from my miniscule box of novels. I think I still have the Donaldson books here. I'd sure as shit love to read those again.
As I was just commenting to Liz, I love old girl groups. The Chiffons, the Ronettes, the Crystals, the Shirelles...any of those Phil Spector produced, Brill Building written anthems of the 50s. Honestly, how could anyone not like songs sung with such sincerity and backed by such fantastic music? The layers...the freaking layers in these songs. I'm jealous I'm not capable of creating this kind of art. Pop-art, I will admit. But art nonetheless.
Just got to the saxaphone solo. God am I a sucker for one of those...
Not much to say right now. Not much else to say, that is. Nothing really special happening. Well, nothing I'm ready to mention here anyway. I don't jump the gun anymore. Or I try not to. Sometimes the crazy slips through the cracks though.
Another Bubble show this weekend. We'll have to see how it will be. I am in at least one hilarious skit. And I have partial writing credit due to the fact that part of it was based on an actual conversation. Oh, and I get to refer to myself in the third person. Always love doing that.
I feel like rambling. But I really can't. Got to write this stupid paper on this speech I saw tonight. Because it's due at 3 AM and I work 4 hours after that. So I should probably finish it before practice. If at all possible.
Right. Until next time...well, you know the drill.