Hey, Marilee!
More music links.
Marley's Ghost which probably everybody else knows about but me. They do a little bit of everything American. They were live on the radio today and they sang "Religion in Rhythm" and you know what I did.
And then there's the present the nice fellow bought for me. He heard it on the radio and just went to Streetlight Records and told them what he heard and they knew exactly what he was talking about and when I got home there it was and I listened to it straight through and you know what I thought -- "have to lend this to Luis so he can make a copy" -- but I can't. Oops, this is what it is: Prototyp Hurdy Gurdy music by two guys, one from Hedningarna and one from Garmarna, and it's entirely done with hurdy gurdies and computer postproduction stuff.
Hey, I think I'm going to be pretty tedious about this whole Electra thing for a while. I'm thinking of splitting the grief stuff off with a semi-locked thing, with only people who tell me they can stand the repetition of it able to read it. I promise I will put any juicy music links or other general things into public posts as well even if they're primarily relevant to me in the grief context. But I think -- well, we're all pretty devastated, and I don't see myself getting over it really soon, and I think it might be a bit much for modern minds -- we're not accustomed to wallowing in mourning like our nineteenth-century ancestors, and I think I'd like to spare folks my more atavistic flounderings. I mean, I'm wearing black, and it doesn't mean a thing to anybody looking at me, because fat ladies tend to wear black anyway to keep from having to wear fuschia or mint green: but it means something to me.
It's almost my brother's birthday and I want to give him something really fine, to make up for losing his father. I'm still thinking about what that would be.
So, on another front: financial aid forms sent in on time! Income taxes, state and federal, sent in on time! Property tax paid!
Marley's Ghost which probably everybody else knows about but me. They do a little bit of everything American. They were live on the radio today and they sang "Religion in Rhythm" and you know what I did.
And then there's the present the nice fellow bought for me. He heard it on the radio and just went to Streetlight Records and told them what he heard and they knew exactly what he was talking about and when I got home there it was and I listened to it straight through and you know what I thought -- "have to lend this to Luis so he can make a copy" -- but I can't. Oops, this is what it is: Prototyp Hurdy Gurdy music by two guys, one from Hedningarna and one from Garmarna, and it's entirely done with hurdy gurdies and computer postproduction stuff.
Hey, I think I'm going to be pretty tedious about this whole Electra thing for a while. I'm thinking of splitting the grief stuff off with a semi-locked thing, with only people who tell me they can stand the repetition of it able to read it. I promise I will put any juicy music links or other general things into public posts as well even if they're primarily relevant to me in the grief context. But I think -- well, we're all pretty devastated, and I don't see myself getting over it really soon, and I think it might be a bit much for modern minds -- we're not accustomed to wallowing in mourning like our nineteenth-century ancestors, and I think I'd like to spare folks my more atavistic flounderings. I mean, I'm wearing black, and it doesn't mean a thing to anybody looking at me, because fat ladies tend to wear black anyway to keep from having to wear fuschia or mint green: but it means something to me.
It's almost my brother's birthday and I want to give him something really fine, to make up for losing his father. I'm still thinking about what that would be.
So, on another front: financial aid forms sent in on time! Income taxes, state and federal, sent in on time! Property tax paid!