:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Thursday, July 03, 2003 ::

So, About Music.
I really wish I weren't so fucking lazy. Eventually, it'll be fine, but it's just stupid how much time I've wasted this week. It's totally something internal, something about not being able to work for myself; in other words, Christian's right. The answer is as simple as giving a fuck about myself in a meaningful way. It takes so much effort, though. I'd much rather help other folks that I like, or lie around and read books or talk about music (or, far more often, play UT), but it's awfully difficult to make a career out of that sort of thing. It's okay, though. I've got the delicious crunch of "Heresy" to help focus.

It's a comforting situation, just knowing with a degree of security that there isn't really any emotional interference in my relationship, that love is not only real, but stable, too. Enviable, really, but I feel like I've earned it. Earned it like I haven't earned a 3-day weekend at home, where fights about money overshadow the joy of everyone just being together. Oh well. I'm not out of money yet, and un digital camera just shipped today, gleegleeglee.

Holy shit. "Polyethylene" has a bit that alternates between 9/8 and Common Time. AND it has this bit where the organs startstop with the drums. I fucking love that band, though I haven't been doing a good a job of saying why, precisely.

It does kind of ruin the song when you notice that Pink Floyd's "Learning to Fly" is in no way at all metaphorical, and the whole thing is just a bunch of rhyming couplets about David Gilmour LEARNING TO FLY. ::sigh::

:: Aziz 5:55 PM [+] ::
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