02.29.2004 11:40 pm
burned house #2

proud of m'self for figuring out forms, at least on a basic level.

"never been so easy or so slow / i've been shooting in the dark too long / when something's not right, it's wrong / you're gonna make me lonesome when you go."

I've known that song so long that I can't tell whether Bobby D's lyrics are brilliant or stupid. A lot of music is like that for me. I've listened to it so long that every instrumental line takes on its own unique voice apart from the whole, and I can hear them all played together in my head. Lyrics, melody, harmonies, instruments. I suppose great painters feel that way, too: every colour, every shade, has a unique voice in the whole. Of course, a painter would still have the artist's innate sense of the piece's merit, because it is his or her own creation. I'm rambling. Consciously stopping myself from continuing on in this vein. [noise of consternation]

I wish we had cable, so I could watch the Oscars, too.

Oh, recent development: For those of you keeping track, the total number of houses I've burned down has risen to two. The grey ghost, and Palmer.

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