Closet Music: The music you love but hide for fear of being ridiculed.

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here are the things I will be talking about... My other pair of "lay around the house clothes", The dress code at my school, the suggested tags, and maybe some music.

 

 

*my other pair of lay around the house clothes- A black, cotten T-shirt (I have alot and they all have different things on them... my personal favorite is my black and blue FMA shirt.), A pair of plaid shorts (ugly... but very comforable), socks (yay socks), my hair is in a loose braid with my bangs hanging to the side of my face (screw you Ed), and a paper boy hat (one of those goofy looking hats that you see paperboys wearing in those cheezy movies).

 

*the dress code at my school- is only four lines and consists of

 

-must cover the entire buttocks.

-must wear a shirt (no tube tops or spagetti straps)

-no advertising of drugs, sex or acohol.

-must wear shoes

 

that's it.

 

*the suggested tags- I'm going to put any of the suggested tags as my actual tags... look up to see the stupid stuff they suggest.

 

*maybe some music- I found the words to numa numa...

 

it's still really catchy.

 

 

Good Morning Self.

You quit your job today. You have your recital on Monday. You're terrified to sing in front of people. It'll be the first time you'll be on stage in years. To be in the spotlight again. You missed it terribly.

You played bass again with Justin and Matt and the gang. It was fantastic. You messed yourself many times. It's interesting, but music is far better than sex, or at least, I'm assuming. Music doesn't hurt, doesn't leave you bereft like an irrational lover. Music will take you, make you it's own, and then it will keep you. Yes, it will pass you on to others like itself, but you are still with it. All of it, in some way, is connected. To struggle would only be useless and fruitless. Let it take you. Embrace it.

You love the bass, dear self. You adore it. So tremulous in it's words and so hesitant in it's touch. But strong, firm, underlying. You love your bass. You love a cold, unfeeling object, but it loves you back. It caresses your mind and your soul.

Be in love. Enjoy it. You may never get this chance again.

~Alisa

PS: Let us play the game of life, and sing a song of days gone by. You will win and I will lose, but only because I took out life insurance and killed myself, so you could have money and be secure and travel all you wanted. And in the end, is that really losing?

I'm currently listening to one of my favorite albums by one of my favorite groups - Bee Hives by Broken Social Scene - and I am overwhelmed.

I love music.  I just can't get enough of it.

It's not so much a revelation to me that I love it.  Sometimes, though, I forget just how much I do.  If I were dating music, she would probably have dumped me by now, not because I don't spend enough on her (I probably spend too much!) but because I don't recognize her enough.  I don't acknowledge the influence she has upon my life.

- She keeps me company at work, in my car, at home, or on walks.
- She has the power to change my mood.
- She inspires me with her ideas and her stories, her beauty and her tragedy.
- She is full of variety has the ability to excite and to calm in the same breath.
- She can move me or make me move.

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Wow!  That took awhile to type. My iPod has now advanced to the self titled album by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.  Woohoo!

Did I mention I love music?

 Howdy Howdy all, well it is me, your good friend and your power of attorney (don't you remember?) Environgirl here to taut the greatness of XM radio. My roommates recently got this service for thier motor vehicle and they swear by it for commercial free musical entertainment.  I have heard it in the car and it is really very nice. The get web access with their service so we can listen in the apartment. I have heard it on my laptop and the constant stream of music will make you slap your momma!

 

(Environgirl and Environgirl affiliates are not responsible for any mothers slapped as a result of this post)

 

There is a station called Bluegrass Junction that has bluegrass music on 24/7. I thought that I was gonna faint when I heard it! I LOVE,LOVE bluegrass people. I know that some might find it a little odd but actually I am from a region in Mississippi where "pert near" (almost) every channel has a form of gospel music but bluegrass combines elements of the blues with gospel and country and is like um uh well "music to my ears".

 

Anyway I am so stoked about my impending camping trip that I can hardly contain myself.

 

Oh I almost forgot to mention that I am now to be featured on the editorials page of the university rag. The next issue will have an entire page devoted to moi! And I got paid a decent wage to boot. I can't believe it ya'll.

 

So back to my hiking trip, I had to go and buy some provisions for the sojourn but I am constantly worried that I wont have something that I need.  But between me and my friend Lady J we should be okay.  Gulp I guess.

 

Okay sure, everybody knows that black women LOVE Bluegrass Music. So why was this station so astounding to me, why because Ididnt realize that there was a station created just for the black, thrity-something, female, Pagan. THANK YOU BLUEGRASS JUNCTION FOR MEETING ALL OF MY BACK WOODS NEEDS!

 

Oh and by the way black, thirty-something, female, Pagans have a deep and abiding love of Barry Manilow, nature and bears. Yeah, you thought it was a game when I said that I GO THERE when all things mundane are involved.

 

Oh well how about some poetry....here goes.......

 

What Women Want

I want a red dress.   
I want it flimsy and cheap,   
I want it too tight, I want to wear it   
until someone tears it off me.   
I want it sleeveless and backless,   
this dress, so no one has to guess   
what's underneath. I want to walk down  
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store   
with all those keys glittering in the window,   
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old   
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers   
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,   
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.   
I want to walk like I'm the only   
woman on earth and I can have my pick.   
I want that red dress bad.  
I want it to confirm   
your worst fears about me,   
to show you how little I care about you   
or anything except what   
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment   
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body   
to carry me into this world, through   
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,   
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,   
it'll be the goddamned   
dress they bury me in.--Kim Addonizio

Goddess Bless