It's late, for me. I'm listening to Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio sing "Dimming of the Day," a powerful piece of music, from my perspective. It makes me melancholy. I don't quite know why. I've just opened up iTunes to see what 'stuff' I have here that will comfort me and make me relax and decompress from another hard day, psychologically speaking, of work.
Uh oh, the music changes radically! Now, I'm hearing The Moody Blues, The Story in Your Eyes. Not decompressing music, not by a long shot. But I like it. And then, Your Wildest Dreams, another TMB piece. Bam! Now I hear Neko Case, singing Hold On, Hold On. Then, a radical shift to Face Down at Folk City by the Roches. Then, a shift to Tanita Tikaram, Twist in My Sobriety. Then, a screeching turn to Tom Waits, singing Bottom of the World. And then to Tracy Chapman, singing whatever is on the CD.
You don't want to read this. You would want to hear it, though. My ears are enjoying the evening.
3 comments:
How long have you had your eyepawed? After 3 years or so, it becomes like a particularly unkempt closet, and "random" mode is like a hit of 'shrooms. Of course, you're most of the way there anyway, with two quick Moody Blues tracks.
Sounds like you had a rather eclectic listening experience last evening. (-:
Btw, for the last week or so, I can't post as "other" on most Blogger blogs, so I had to get a google ID and am posting under that. It's a little like having to have a passport to fly into the U.S. now.
Phil, I've had my eyepawed only a few months...maybe six or so...but I took to it like an addict to bad drugs. Self-medicating with music, that's the way to do it!
Bev, I'm glad you got your new passport and can fly in at will. Maybe the U.S. govt. has taken control of Blogger and has blocked access for all those dangerous Canadians!
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