Joni Mitchell - Blue

I'm stuck in the 70s. It was a good time, from what little I remember.

If you forgot most
of 'em, that must
be why you still
like 'em.

Rasta music is also good.

Nah, too peaceful and relaxed.

For some fun, try Michael Gira's Body Lovers. One song starts off with some woman sobbing uncontrollably, and eventually builds into this 10 minute wail of really nicely harmonized feedback, organs and sheer terror...

"Babylon By Bus"

Bill Evans - Complete Riverside Recordings, Disc 11 (mostly solo).
Chopin - Nocturnes, Maria Pires.

I crave quiet beauty.

The Pixies - Surfer Rosa

Barbara Morrison, I've not listened to her CDs in awhile.

Today someone at work made me listen to an entire Jim Croce cd.

That's bad, bad . . .

Baddest sound in
the whole...

Damn town.

At least I lived to see another day.

Now I'm listening to Emigrate. I'm not sure what to think of it yet. It's a splinter of one of my favorite bands.

http://www.emigrate.eu/Video

Gordon Lightfoot 'Cold on the Shoulder' - Rain on the Rock.

Stone 8th me.

My computer crashed. Fortunately I managed to salvage all the data (I hope). I'm in the middle of restroing the system and all drivers/programs, etc.


Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

What a bunch of fun. Two days of fomatting, installing, restoring.

I should really learn to ghost my drive.

Pablo Cruise(sp) finished. Now onto Pat Metheny Group.

Liver, I see we are consistent in our musical considerations.

Arthur Adams - Soul of the Blues

There can be nothing worse than a self centered nooblet running in with a cute name, drinking AND enjoying Lucid and posting about his likes, so here we go!

Listening to 'Virgin Prunes - If I Die, I Die'. Unfortunately I'm not enough 'In the Cool' to throw out something more obscure at this moment





This is where I'd go into a long explanation in an attempt to save some face, if I overly analyzed everything trying to fit in (which I'm doing secretly but shhh!)

Absorbed

I've read my own post 12 times now, someone quickly respond before my ego destroys me.










Too late

Fuck.

Me.

Jesus.

Turnip

squash

To tears.

So,
back to Fuck Me?

Now.

Fukwanna with a Pony Reamer.

At work I listen to
the sound of $$
not coming in.

Selling cars is EXACTLY
like the cliche-You just
sit around and wait
all day for fucks to not
xow up.

Trying to sell Mazdas in Tally is a real challenge I'm sure.

You left out
smoking 2 packs a day

Car sales, that reminds me of this.

The best car salesman ever was William H. Macy in Fargo.

xit! that's what gets me thru the day, usually.

Having your ego destroy you?

that too, but being a solipsist, it could be just my imagination

Runnin' away w/you?

Solipsism is no excuse to believe
your ego exists
independent of our universe.

Although The Temptations
may be overwhelming.

"Each day through my windows
I watch out as Da Bastid passes by
I say to myself, you're such a lucky Nutz
To have a tea-kettle puppet-dream come true
Out of all the forums in the world, he louches with you"

Bravo~!

Birds of feather flock together.

You misspelled puppets.

Intentionally, yes.

That's louche together,
you bird-brains.

But maybe you have
the flu and all
will be better soon.

I'm afraid Da Blastdick is not a puppet.

I am afraid so. The real puppets seem to be under extinction.

well runnin' is somewhat underestimated, leaping would be more suitable.

belief is not the issue, i believe, but the persistent instigation to do so, sure as hell is.
maybe i'll have to change my conviction in to a simplistic one, and start being a misanthrope.

poetry 'n rhyme, slightly poignant but still lovely.

Ah, misanthropy, the he-licks-her of the blessed...

You misspelled "convection",
but that's okay,
you seem kewl.