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Monday, April 20, 2009
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- TooDrunkToDream
- Providence
- I can’t pinpoint what exactly drives us, as humans, to adore the arts. Especially music. There’s something specific, in music, that scratches a little tiny itch in my brain. I think Kerouac put it best, in a conversation from ‘On The Road’. Dean cries: “Here’s a guy and everybody’s there, right? Up to him to put down what’s on everybody’s mind. He starts the first chorus, then lines up his ideas, people, yeah, yeah, but get it. And then he rises to his fate and has to blow equal to it. All of a sudden, somewhere in the middle of the chorus he gets it . . . Time stops. He’s filling empty space with the substance of our lives, confessions of his belly bottom strain, remembrance of ideas, rehashes of old blowing.” This is my attempt to spread that cure. That ‘IT’. It’s a feeble attempt, but I hope you all enjoy.
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- YOUNGMOSSTOUNGE - michael
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