Well, I've had a bad day. I have parted ways with my employers, at their behest. I thought things were going better.
That's all I have to say about that right now.
Go Tigers. Go Cardinals, too. I called a six game Tigers/Cards Tigers win series back in the early summer. I have witnesses, though I may amend that to a five game series.
Oh, and Go Utes.
still no spell checker
I think I'll go get a beer, after I finish my coffee.
17 October 2006
16 October 2006
best coffee combo yet
I found a combination better than coffee and Vivaldi on a crisp night, even better than coffee and YMSB.
Coffee and the "Thelonious Monk Quartet with John Coltrain at Carnegie Hall" disc on a rainy fall night.
I just bought and gave probably the fifth copy of this as a gift since I found it about a year ago. Brilliant. The kind of concert I'd gladly give an arm to be able to time travel and see it at the nearly 40 I am now.
Music is brilliant stuff, so evocative. But it's funny how few boyfriends and just friends have given soundtracks to my relationships.
I was thinking about my resurgent love of bluegrass today and how it doesn't make me think of Chris, who's gotten me back into it, but rather of Richard the Fiddle Player from 20 years ago. Though he and I also listened to tunes of the day that I like(d) back in the mid-late 80s - Talking Heads and Dire Straits come to mind. We sang along in the car. Richard and I didn't listen to a lot of recorded bluegrass and old time music. Mostly he played for me. That was nice.
Miles Davis evokes fooling around on the couch with John. Not actual sex, but fooling around on the couch. The Pogues "Fairy Tale of New York" is also our song - but only in the car because neither of us is a huge fan of singing in public.
I remember going to shows and listening to music with Dylan, my former fiance, but the only music that makes me think of him was his seeming dislike of Elvis Costello. Why didn't I take that as a sign? We saw BeauSoleil, Young Dubliners, a ton of other shows at the dear departed Zephyr Club and the Dead Goat, but only those two come specificaly to mind.
Dave and I will always have They Might Be Giants and the Proclaimers. Time and, frankly, love allowed our relationship to re-evolve to friendship, and after about two years I was able to listen to TMBG without thoughts of him breaking my heart all over again.
My dear Larry, whom I kiss every five years or so before we decide it's a bad idea, will always be brought to mind by the Buzzcocks because of the night I was about the only girl on the floor and his lawyer danced me to the car.
That's it, I guess. Maybe I'm the stereo bitch and no one else ever asserted a musical opinion into my relationships. It seems hard to believe, but things are possible.
Must be going on forty maudlin tonight. I'm in a good mood, just on the thoughtful side of things. I hate it when I start thinking about the what could have been relationships. They're over and done with.
Also the spell check is not working this evening so I am responsible for all spelling errors, though I'm inclined to blame my typing.
Coffee and the "Thelonious Monk Quartet with John Coltrain at Carnegie Hall" disc on a rainy fall night.
I just bought and gave probably the fifth copy of this as a gift since I found it about a year ago. Brilliant. The kind of concert I'd gladly give an arm to be able to time travel and see it at the nearly 40 I am now.
Music is brilliant stuff, so evocative. But it's funny how few boyfriends and just friends have given soundtracks to my relationships.
I was thinking about my resurgent love of bluegrass today and how it doesn't make me think of Chris, who's gotten me back into it, but rather of Richard the Fiddle Player from 20 years ago. Though he and I also listened to tunes of the day that I like(d) back in the mid-late 80s - Talking Heads and Dire Straits come to mind. We sang along in the car. Richard and I didn't listen to a lot of recorded bluegrass and old time music. Mostly he played for me. That was nice.
Miles Davis evokes fooling around on the couch with John. Not actual sex, but fooling around on the couch. The Pogues "Fairy Tale of New York" is also our song - but only in the car because neither of us is a huge fan of singing in public.
I remember going to shows and listening to music with Dylan, my former fiance, but the only music that makes me think of him was his seeming dislike of Elvis Costello. Why didn't I take that as a sign? We saw BeauSoleil, Young Dubliners, a ton of other shows at the dear departed Zephyr Club and the Dead Goat, but only those two come specificaly to mind.
Dave and I will always have They Might Be Giants and the Proclaimers. Time and, frankly, love allowed our relationship to re-evolve to friendship, and after about two years I was able to listen to TMBG without thoughts of him breaking my heart all over again.
My dear Larry, whom I kiss every five years or so before we decide it's a bad idea, will always be brought to mind by the Buzzcocks because of the night I was about the only girl on the floor and his lawyer danced me to the car.
That's it, I guess. Maybe I'm the stereo bitch and no one else ever asserted a musical opinion into my relationships. It seems hard to believe, but things are possible.
Must be going on forty maudlin tonight. I'm in a good mood, just on the thoughtful side of things. I hate it when I start thinking about the what could have been relationships. They're over and done with.
Also the spell check is not working this evening so I am responsible for all spelling errors, though I'm inclined to blame my typing.
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