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i am in love with the library. we've had some rough times, but she's forgiven me, and i swear i will never break her heart again. even her extension in my shitty neighbourhood is stuffed with sweets.
i borrowed and watched once tonight. i'd seen it in the theatre, but i think i enjoyed watching it in laptop glow better. i say this only because although i will never hold back a tear, even i am embarrassed to weep when surrounded by old ladies. i have a weird role reversal feeling towards them; i should be comforting them... protecting them from death, maybe.
after i mopped up my empathetic sorrow, i promptly picked up my guitar. i kicked out the jams! maybe not def jams, but something good-ish anyway. i used to make love to this marvelous machine nightly, but that's when i thought smoking pot made me more artistic (note: forgetting which chords you just played may make for good jam band shit, but not the perfect pop songs i aspire to write). i am still shy with it, however. i tend to write very, very short songs. anything more than 30 seconds just gets fucked up. i would love to find a writing partner because i need some help with organization. oh, and i need someone's words to steal. i wrote a few songs with a guy i went to school with, but he always wanted to amp it up too much... using his highschool ska-star voice. that's fine for him, but i'm more of a softie, a bare natural, no theatrics (okay, some). but a lot of the time, it worked. we did a cover of little red corvette that inspired us to classify ourselves as cute-core. then we started fooling around, and that is a deathwish for any band, 95% percent of the time (the other 5%: yo la tengo, mates of state, over the rhine, luna). i wish to someday be in that top five per cent, though i imagine it requires an incredible amount of talent, besides the love.
speaking of love + music, i picked up the band little joy at the library today. i chose it soley based on aesthetics i was conditioned to desire in my former pseudo-hipster life. 2 guys + 1 girl, grainy photo, beards, striped shirts ... i played it and was happily surprised to find that this is the new band of one of the strokes. i had heard a couple of tracks on world cafe, loved them, and thought i filed it away to find later (nice try, see paragraph 3). the music has that warm vinyl feel of the strokes without any care for genre. love it love it love it.
i'm thinking about going to the downtown library, but would probably never emerge -- lost in a love coma.
i borrowed and watched once tonight. i'd seen it in the theatre, but i think i enjoyed watching it in laptop glow better. i say this only because although i will never hold back a tear, even i am embarrassed to weep when surrounded by old ladies. i have a weird role reversal feeling towards them; i should be comforting them... protecting them from death, maybe.
after i mopped up my empathetic sorrow, i promptly picked up my guitar. i kicked out the jams! maybe not def jams, but something good-ish anyway. i used to make love to this marvelous machine nightly, but that's when i thought smoking pot made me more artistic (note: forgetting which chords you just played may make for good jam band shit, but not the perfect pop songs i aspire to write). i am still shy with it, however. i tend to write very, very short songs. anything more than 30 seconds just gets fucked up. i would love to find a writing partner because i need some help with organization. oh, and i need someone's words to steal. i wrote a few songs with a guy i went to school with, but he always wanted to amp it up too much... using his highschool ska-star voice. that's fine for him, but i'm more of a softie, a bare natural, no theatrics (okay, some). but a lot of the time, it worked. we did a cover of little red corvette that inspired us to classify ourselves as cute-core. then we started fooling around, and that is a deathwish for any band, 95% percent of the time (the other 5%: yo la tengo, mates of state, over the rhine, luna). i wish to someday be in that top five per cent, though i imagine it requires an incredible amount of talent, besides the love.
speaking of love + music, i picked up the band little joy at the library today. i chose it soley based on aesthetics i was conditioned to desire in my former pseudo-hipster life. 2 guys + 1 girl, grainy photo, beards, striped shirts ... i played it and was happily surprised to find that this is the new band of one of the strokes. i had heard a couple of tracks on world cafe, loved them, and thought i filed it away to find later (nice try, see paragraph 3). the music has that warm vinyl feel of the strokes without any care for genre. love it love it love it.
i'm thinking about going to the downtown library, but would probably never emerge -- lost in a love coma.