Avoid a void
I think that the only good thing crap-TV (the OC, any 'reality' show on MTV, the WB) has done is provided an outlet for some good music that would have otherwise continued to go unnoticed.
I woke up yesterday to the sound of tejano music and the smell of cooking meat. I miss the sound of stillness that can only really be found out in the middle of nowhere- but I really like the live buzz that happens in my own backyard. The more time passes that I haven't eaten meat, I don't miss it- but do appreciate the smell of it cooking. I may forever equate social gatherings with food. I may forever be welcomed by the sounds of a cute beat.
I know that I've explained some of the odd activities that go on in the courtyard here at my own little Melrose place- but between the huffing of spray paint and escalated drama (someone was yelling about the trash- which has disappeared and I don't know where to take mine now)- there is music out there. It's an interesting lottery of sounds, sometimes it's Etta James or Billie Holiday. Other times it's some painful classic rock or something obnoxious from 'JackEffEm.' If I'm lucky it's Sade, or the slower Sting.
When I go to sleep at night, there is something playing low and soft in the background. I've heard that this actually a bad idea, going to sleep with the TV on or music or anything other than the sound of your own thoughts means you're avoiding them.
I just don't know-- I really think I find my thoughts there. My comfort, my happiness, my sober reality, and even my car keys.
So- for the moment Frou Frou is in heavy rotation and if it can help me find those 2 hubcaps that were stolen off my car, well then music as a distraction be damned!
I woke up yesterday to the sound of tejano music and the smell of cooking meat. I miss the sound of stillness that can only really be found out in the middle of nowhere- but I really like the live buzz that happens in my own backyard. The more time passes that I haven't eaten meat, I don't miss it- but do appreciate the smell of it cooking. I may forever equate social gatherings with food. I may forever be welcomed by the sounds of a cute beat.
I know that I've explained some of the odd activities that go on in the courtyard here at my own little Melrose place- but between the huffing of spray paint and escalated drama (someone was yelling about the trash- which has disappeared and I don't know where to take mine now)- there is music out there. It's an interesting lottery of sounds, sometimes it's Etta James or Billie Holiday. Other times it's some painful classic rock or something obnoxious from 'JackEffEm.' If I'm lucky it's Sade, or the slower Sting.
When I go to sleep at night, there is something playing low and soft in the background. I've heard that this actually a bad idea, going to sleep with the TV on or music or anything other than the sound of your own thoughts means you're avoiding them.
I just don't know-- I really think I find my thoughts there. My comfort, my happiness, my sober reality, and even my car keys.
So- for the moment Frou Frou is in heavy rotation and if it can help me find those 2 hubcaps that were stolen off my car, well then music as a distraction be damned!
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that's the right on, man! - ur BFF
dude, the o.c. is my favorite show on tv. not to mention, those hot chicks from laguna beach, and isn't that veronica mars from the wb? also, hot.
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