song Reposte There's always a song in my head, but I rarely know what it is. So how am I doing, dear? 020121 ... pralines&cream take me and drink me and drown me in you close my eyes and drive me to the edge, bring tears to my eyes and seize my heart in you make me listen, make me love, make me feel, make me feel, make me feel ... 020201 ... silentbob the song in my head was screaming so loud that i didnt hear your footsteps right by my head on the ground. you came into my life like a 747 crashing into my routine mistaking this hell for heaven. now that you're in you're in for good, and i don't want you to leave though half me wishes you would. the thing that gets me about this whole situation, is you could have easily avoided me thus avoiding this complication. and i'd never have known the difference. 020813 ... belly fire As if by magic, a song can instantly take me elsewhere, vividly transporting me to a time or a place I had forgotten. Thompson Girl flung me into the summer night shift as a student, the flat beats bouncing off the back roads towards work. Perfect Blue Buildings (really, any August and Everything After song) takes me to cold walks to high school down Grange hill. Each morning I would plug myself in to my cheap yellow walkman and watch the white breath cloud from my mouth as I sang along with Duritz. Then there is Denise's house: puzzles of tropical fish and Omaha. Bjork is a cool mix between Terri Workman and Kathryn...two memories of very unimportant days that have somehow become connected by the sounds of her shrill melodies. Cake is many things...most of all a drive Kat and I took along Lakeshore. A warm, lazy afternoon ride in Bob's truck that took us to Hamilton and back where we found ourselves rolling along to Opera Singer, Meanwhile Rick James, and - my favourite - Arco Arena. (Guitar is the Walmart parking lot in Mayaguez.) Even a couple bars of any James song will elicit smells of my old room and bring to mind Richard...those lousy mix tapes I sent him dubbed from the radio. And then, just as evenly, I am in the Eaton Centre in Toronto, riding an escalator up from HMV with Mary and Gianni - practically gasping that Gianni had never heard of this band. Perhaps this is why I have such a strong love affair with my music. I feel weighted heavily when mainstream puts me in a rut...so I reach to my old loves and they take me back, with each riff, a place I had forgotten. 040430 ... nom i wrote a song a while back wrote down the words on blue post-it-notes it was sad and stupid, a mix of old songs i tore it up the other week and threw it away. i'm glad i did because now it just sounds a bit like something someone else wrote. 070325 ... nom i've always loved sad songs too_much 070325 ... o n m i live for music 100507 ... n o m i was feeling happy 120220 what's it to you? who go blather from