Well. Am bored stiff. Really. And the computer that I'm using has a terrible keyboard...very sticky...and the backspace button is only one key long, compared to mine, which is two...so I keep trying to erase and end up missing and \\\\ing. Hate that.
Made myself a cd of myself. All these songs that mean something to me...because they're pretty, or have great lyrics, or because they were important to my development as a musical being. Like Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve...before 6th grade, I only listened to classical...and that only once in a while. But then I was in the car with my mother and I heard this song on the radio. And loved it. And then a few days later, I thought of it, and turned on the radio (to 104...that's back in the day when they actually played music...instead of just talking all the time). And guess what was on. Yup. (Lisa calls it magic realism. I have to agree). And that was the beginning. I listened to the radio, and found artists and songs and styles that I liked, and educated myself about popular music, and played it whenever I was in the room, no matter what I was doing...and now I'm a different person. A completely different person.
