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Dept. of Big Damn Silver Linings
Pleasant Rediscoveries
It's been a typical spring day in Chicago; I woke up to snow that fell most of the morning and part of the afternoon. By the end of the day, it was all gone. It reminded me of the first time I went to a Cubs game - opening day at Wrigley Field. The announcer had to say "Will people refrain from throwing snowballs on the field." Ah, memories.
But the two things that I wanted to say are as follows:
1) I'm really enjoying reading real books, and not paying much or any attention to online life, even though I can post things if I want. I've been binging on Martha Wells' Raksura series. I'm about a decade or so behind everyone else, but I'm catching up. Going to check the fourth book in the series at the library. Boy, can she ever create worlds!
2) I've been playing some long-ignored CDs; at first I just played a couple of Kitaro CDs, then one of my favorite Springsteen albums; "The Rising", which he recorded in the wake of 9-11. At the time, it was savaged by critics. They were wrong. And for the last couple of hours, I've been playing a two-disc collection of Harry Nilssen. The first disc was his early work, when he still had an angelic voice. Right now, I'm listening to the second disc, which was during and after he wrecked his voice during the recording of his "Pussycats" album, recorded with John Lennon. And the loss of his angel's voice does nothing to hide the beauty of what he writes (or what he covered; "Many Rivers to Cross" is on right now. )
And I'm moved to ask why the fuck his singing and his amazing writing genius isn't better respected and loved out there. Damn, he was amazing.
Right now, I'm going to sign off, because I think we're going to watch anime. But we've got time for a couple more songs.
It's been a typical spring day in Chicago; I woke up to snow that fell most of the morning and part of the afternoon. By the end of the day, it was all gone. It reminded me of the first time I went to a Cubs game - opening day at Wrigley Field. The announcer had to say "Will people refrain from throwing snowballs on the field." Ah, memories.
But the two things that I wanted to say are as follows:
1) I'm really enjoying reading real books, and not paying much or any attention to online life, even though I can post things if I want. I've been binging on Martha Wells' Raksura series. I'm about a decade or so behind everyone else, but I'm catching up. Going to check the fourth book in the series at the library. Boy, can she ever create worlds!
2) I've been playing some long-ignored CDs; at first I just played a couple of Kitaro CDs, then one of my favorite Springsteen albums; "The Rising", which he recorded in the wake of 9-11. At the time, it was savaged by critics. They were wrong. And for the last couple of hours, I've been playing a two-disc collection of Harry Nilssen. The first disc was his early work, when he still had an angelic voice. Right now, I'm listening to the second disc, which was during and after he wrecked his voice during the recording of his "Pussycats" album, recorded with John Lennon. And the loss of his angel's voice does nothing to hide the beauty of what he writes (or what he covered; "Many Rivers to Cross" is on right now. )
And I'm moved to ask why the fuck his singing and his amazing writing genius isn't better respected and loved out there. Damn, he was amazing.
Right now, I'm going to sign off, because I think we're going to watch anime. But we've got time for a couple more songs.
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