thee_blacklisted

And her dance is like a gleam of the sunlight on the stream/ And the screeching blue jays seem to form her name when screaming/ But my heart is full of woe, for last night she made me go/ And the tears begin to flow as I sing the whole day through
--from Ohio River Boat Song (trad. tune adapted by W. Oldham)

When some people sing, I lose it Im a fucking automaton in their total control they OWN me when they sing. Whether its (visceral Delta blues guy) Bukka White, (Neutral Milk guy) Jeff Mangum, Billie Holiday, (Cat Powers) Chan Marhsall (FYI pronounced shawn), the lovely and talented Neko Case, Van M. circa "Astral Weeks," or in todays case (Palace, Bonnie Prince Billy/ etc. dude) Will Oldham, Im like some meat puppet with their songs the only thing at all inside my head. Thank God none of them have had songs that admonish their listeners to go out and kill kill kill that I know of -- maybe I've been programmed and I don't know it then one day like Jeff Mangum will call me and say the word "orange" three times then I'll go do something dastardly and evil at his command!

FYI, Neko show for kids yesterday was really fun though I think my nephew had more fun playing with the super strong balloons they had everywhere than anything else. I was very impressed with the balloons they had at this kid's show -- only like 4 of 'em popped throughout the whole thing and there were TONS of kids there! Tons of hot mamas too, I might add...

Today feels entirely like transition My boss is gone so I fucked off a bit. Reading bad translations of Mayakovsky on the web, waiting for http://www.mnftiu.cc/mnftiu.cc/war22.html to get back on, wondering wholl be the first to write with reason about Peter Arnetts ridiculous firing, and where the fuck is RAED??

Speaking of spending time on the web and the kindsa things one does there Ive decided that the reason I I'm OK with shitty sounding 78s or cassette tapes but dislike listening to low-quality MP3s or real audio streams of any music but especially any that has vocals is that the weird squiggly-assed sounds that happen in the background during the vocalizings make me feel nervous. Because that high-pitched quavering sound is so similar to the sounds that people make when theyre about to cry when it attaches itself to singing it makes it have this whole other EMOTIONAL meaning for me knowmsayin?

Wed. night is second date with the girl I saw this last weekend, hooooray. I am scatterbrained and rambling and it's time for me to stop writng -- now.