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Nov. 1st, 2002 11:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7i can't even remember
if we were lovers
or if i just wanted to....
but i held her in my arms
i held her in my arms
i held her in my arms or was it you?
my setup:
my parents' living room.
monitor on coffee table in corner. sitting sideways in armchair to see monitor, keyboard propped on legs. one leg propped against chair arm, other extended to rest on computer tower. headphones connected to stereo, cd i burned with iTunes this morning playing on shuffle. hot tea, an afghan. mouse perched precariously on chair arm. Frogs sitting next to coffee table in their travel jar, looking doleful. but it's too cold anywhere else in the house for them.
it'll be damn cold in my room. i don't even know if there's room for me. i might just go tumble into fiona's bed for tonight. it'll be a short night. i plan on writing for nanowrimo until 3ish, and getting up around 9 or so to call that penny girl about the flyers we have to put up in various places.
ah, now i'm on to the Susan Tedeschi Band-- Ain't Nobody's Business.
this is the second cd I burned in honor of NaNoWriMo. The first was songs that I thought related to the story. This second one was just songs I found that seemed melancholic and blue enough-- a sort of dark wistful sadness or grunginess that suits my general mood on the piece...
approximate, as i don't have the info in front of me... too lazy to eject from cd player and stick into computer. yup yup. also, headphones won't fit into jack, so can't listen there. (the big stereo headphones with the huge jack...)
CD #1: "Layla"
gillian welch: day is breaking in my soul
pink floyd: comfortably numb
b.b. king: lucille
b.b. king: i'm gonna do what they do to me
marah: it's only money, tyrone
tony joe white: old man willis
simon and garfunkel: for emily wherever i may find her
gillian welch: beulah land
CD #2: "same fool blues"
marah: catfisherman
b.b. king: cryin' won't do you no good
susan tedeschi band: i miss you babe (she can wail, dude)
violent femmes: can't remember the name-- see stanza at top of entry for excerpt...
b.b. king: i got my eyes on you
popa chubby: same fool blues
susan tedeschi band: ain't nobody's business
tony joe white: willie and laura mae jones
moxy fruvous: fell in love
simon and garfunkel: the boxer
john spencer blues explosion: give me a chance
mark knopfler: speedway at nazareth
there's more but i can't remember and, frankly, have lost interest.
is it just me or am i getting more and more scattered and inconsistent? I used to be able to write and edit one lj entry for like an hour at a time and make it perfect and beautifully crafted and all. it would at least make sense. now i don't really anymore. ADD? or what?
mebbe it's brain rust.
yeah, probably brain rust.
i think i'll be home alone tomorrow. mom and ann are gonna go check out cornell university, and dad, as he put it, will have a busy day "guarding the nation" at national guard. (he snorted in a very sarcastic manner after saying it. methinks the old man is growing cynical. he turned 58 two days ago...)
right, i should be writing.
if we were lovers
or if i just wanted to....
but i held her in my arms
i held her in my arms
i held her in my arms or was it you?
my setup:
my parents' living room.
monitor on coffee table in corner. sitting sideways in armchair to see monitor, keyboard propped on legs. one leg propped against chair arm, other extended to rest on computer tower. headphones connected to stereo, cd i burned with iTunes this morning playing on shuffle. hot tea, an afghan. mouse perched precariously on chair arm. Frogs sitting next to coffee table in their travel jar, looking doleful. but it's too cold anywhere else in the house for them.
it'll be damn cold in my room. i don't even know if there's room for me. i might just go tumble into fiona's bed for tonight. it'll be a short night. i plan on writing for nanowrimo until 3ish, and getting up around 9 or so to call that penny girl about the flyers we have to put up in various places.
ah, now i'm on to the Susan Tedeschi Band-- Ain't Nobody's Business.
this is the second cd I burned in honor of NaNoWriMo. The first was songs that I thought related to the story. This second one was just songs I found that seemed melancholic and blue enough-- a sort of dark wistful sadness or grunginess that suits my general mood on the piece...
approximate, as i don't have the info in front of me... too lazy to eject from cd player and stick into computer. yup yup. also, headphones won't fit into jack, so can't listen there. (the big stereo headphones with the huge jack...)
CD #1: "Layla"
gillian welch: day is breaking in my soul
pink floyd: comfortably numb
b.b. king: lucille
b.b. king: i'm gonna do what they do to me
marah: it's only money, tyrone
tony joe white: old man willis
simon and garfunkel: for emily wherever i may find her
gillian welch: beulah land
CD #2: "same fool blues"
marah: catfisherman
b.b. king: cryin' won't do you no good
susan tedeschi band: i miss you babe (she can wail, dude)
violent femmes: can't remember the name-- see stanza at top of entry for excerpt...
b.b. king: i got my eyes on you
popa chubby: same fool blues
susan tedeschi band: ain't nobody's business
tony joe white: willie and laura mae jones
moxy fruvous: fell in love
simon and garfunkel: the boxer
john spencer blues explosion: give me a chance
mark knopfler: speedway at nazareth
there's more but i can't remember and, frankly, have lost interest.
is it just me or am i getting more and more scattered and inconsistent? I used to be able to write and edit one lj entry for like an hour at a time and make it perfect and beautifully crafted and all. it would at least make sense. now i don't really anymore. ADD? or what?
mebbe it's brain rust.
yeah, probably brain rust.
i think i'll be home alone tomorrow. mom and ann are gonna go check out cornell university, and dad, as he put it, will have a busy day "guarding the nation" at national guard. (he snorted in a very sarcastic manner after saying it. methinks the old man is growing cynical. he turned 58 two days ago...)
right, i should be writing.
