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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Saturday, May 18, 2002
oh, the reason the night is long...
i am so sick of corporate McJesus... i think i can see how Thoreau felt at that pencil factory... except, we do sell some things people really need... i mean, there are a lot of things that wouldn't get sold elsewhere that people should really be able to buy... things that do good for people... but, there is so much capitalistic "plus selling" anti-human "customer service" profit-centered "loss prevention" bull that i want to go insane.
is very simple...
too bad i have to have money to do things i want to do.
rock action
sometimes i think i am a mediocre musician and then i hear a classically trained musician and i say "wow, i can play a minute amount of chords on a guitar and sing some... occasionally i play notes on other things... i am nothing."
alex was fantabulastmastic... in 11 years he has far exceeded the amount of musical talent i hope to acquire before i die...
amazing saxaphonist, great [award-winning] drum major, and awe-inspiring pianist... not only is he manually talented, but he shows great passion in his music... more technical talent then i will ever have and -at least- enough feeling to match, if not far exceed mine.
congrats to him!
i wish i was a better friend... to everyone... sigh...
the world has turned and left me here
10:13 PM
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