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hello again, LJ!
words are still not coming easily to me: i'm stupidly tired in the evenings, or more accurately most of the day, which i suspect is due to my imbibing less caffeine than i'm used to, & more alcohol. (the latter, i feel i should emphasize, is wine rather than anything stronger, & doesn't flow with quite this frequency except in ( Read more... )
words are still not coming easily to me: i'm stupidly tired in the evenings, or more accurately most of the day, which i suspect is due to my imbibing less caffeine than i'm used to, & more alcohol. (the latter, i feel i should emphasize, is wine rather than anything stronger, & doesn't flow with quite this frequency except in ( Read more... )
I think I want to go on an eating tour of France now.
Hmm, car trip music; I suspect it was primarily the same stuff we listened to at home, i.e., Dad's music, which pretty much gave birth to my musical tastes, but I think a lot of our cars didn't even have tape players? (We have never had a new new car. In fact most of the time we had fairly old and rattley cars. Oh wait, we still have old and rattley cars...) And a lot of our real car trips, the actual long ones, were around Christmastime, so it was scanning the stations for something not crap, which, uh, didn't usually work all that well. (My family collects awesome Christmas music, so until I was about twelve or thirteen I don't think I even realised that most people think of Christmas music as kitschy, tacky stuff that they either loathe or take guilty pleasure in once a year.)
I definitely have some memories -- some of them more recent -- of driving to Steeleye Span, and my father belting out the chorus along with "Hard Times of Old England" which is still one of my favourite songs. And there was this one Maura O'Connell tape that apparently I loved when I was little, because there was this one song that started out slow and then suddenly burst into energy, and that really excited three-year-old me. Dad also taped the local folk music weekend programme, so we had a lot of half-hour folk samplers. And there's some stuff I remember really prominently from just driving around downtown, picking up Mum from work or going shopping for children's church props or whatever, like Bob Dylan's "Hurricane". But most of the time I'm pretty sure we had no tape player at all, so we listened to the radio. I learnt to love NPR from the age of, like, six or something, fascinated by these grown-up stories about totally different worlds than the one I lived in. I have a lot of snatches of weird, half-remembered This American Life stories floating around, filtered through a nine-year-old's understanding. And in Boston there was WUMB Folk Radio, which I still miss like crazy. (When we were driving through Massachusetts on the way home from Nova Scotia, we put it on, and they played Vienna Teng! And I totally started crying.) And the first time I ever heard Loreena McKennitt was on a car trip, back when we drove forty-five minutes to church every week. :/
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