I just started listening to Wilco recently. Was first put off by roaring ambient noise crescendoing in some of their songs. Still not sure what that's all about. Digging the sound now. Lyrics are just right - ambiguous enough to project my own experience onto everything, yet avoiding complete nonsense.
Dad waited in line early this morning (5 a.m.) and got tickets for the Grand Opera House show. What a coup! Getting into this one is, like, a major privilege. Everything's coming up Millhouse.
April 25, 2008
April 23, 2008
Pastime
Sometimes life passes by like a baseball game I force myself to watch, unmotivated by the action or outcome.
Sometimes life passes me by when I'm forcing myself to watch a baseball game.
It's OK to denigrate the homilies of the United States, unless you are a professional baseball player.
I've been very, very good to baseball. What has it ever done for me?
Sometimes life passes me by when I'm forcing myself to watch a baseball game.
It's OK to denigrate the homilies of the United States, unless you are a professional baseball player.
I've been very, very good to baseball. What has it ever done for me?
April 17, 2008
Got a light?
They took away my light.
You said I can't play with fire.
With the flame gone I was angry,
Scared, ashamed that I had come to
Depend on how it made things bright.
Paralyzed, thrashing in darkness;
Convinced I needed that sight.
I never would have seen the sun
If you hadn't taken away my light.
from The Night, Love Lost
P.T. Roll
April 16, 2008
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift my glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
A Drinking Song
W.B. Yeats
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