bad_with_faces_good_with_names blueberries for you i heard a violin at the end of the hall, suzuki lessons. hands in pockets, i waited until the class ended and the students emerged. some of them couples, some alone. i wondered if i'd recognize you. if the transformation from amateur to professional would intimidate me. i had heard so much about you. the achievements, the respect, the traveling. when you finally came out, i was frozen with trepadation. you looked right through me, as if you didn't know who i was and kept walking. 011028 ... ani difranco i know so many white people i mean, where do i start? the trouble with white people is you can't tell them apart i'm so bad with names and dates and times but i'm big on faces that is, except for mine i believe you when you tell me we've met before this time you've got my interest this time you've got the floor why don't you go and tell me something i don't already know give me something to remember you by when you go i eat too much i laugh too long maybe i'll like too much of you when i'm gone let's go over to the window and sit in the neon light let's go out walking you know, it's garbage night let's go down to the east river and throw something in something we can't live without and then let's start again the more you talk the more i get the sense of something that hasn't happened yet the more you talk the more i want to know the way i'll remember you when i go i eat too much i laugh too long maybe i'll like too much of you when i'm gone i am so many white people i mean where do i start they've got lots of personalities i just can't tell them apart and i never remember anything except for those things which i never forget you know there's no in between i'm big on your face yeah it's big in my mind you're like the rest of the human race you're one of a kind 011028 what's it to you? who go blather from