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Question posed to co-worker:

Does it mean I hang out with musicians too much that I can sit in my office, typing away at my computer, listening to the guitar playing on the other side of the cubicle for a good 10-15 minutes before I realize, "hey, there's a guitar playing in the office! That's not normal office noise!"?


Nah, you've only been hanging out with musicians too much when you know what the circle of 5ths is and the significance of I, IV and V, musically.


nodding I also know the 12-bar blues chord progression.


That might actually mean that you are a musician.


Hrm. Too bad I can't really play anything, huh?
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Way, way too late for me to still be up. Still feeling a little wired, although I'm sure I'll be out cold as soon as I'm horizontal.

Had a great time tonight. The Kimberly Trip gave an ass-kicking performance. The Brodys were fun to dance to, even if I was listening from outside the bar by that point. Conversation and Irish Mist is a wonderful combination.

And thanks, [ profile] devafall, for the pleasant reminder of loved music that had been lost behind the closed door of one of my life's chapters.
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I'm bored with my CD collection. I need some new and different artists to liven it up. My musical tastes are eclectic to say the least. I have no interest in electronica/techno/trance, etc. or modern rap and R&B. Other than that, I'm pretty open to exploration.

So, please, recommend a band/artist/album you think I should give a try. Please tell me a little bit about the style if they're not someone you're sure that I've heard of.

If you're curious of my definition of eclectic, here's a list of some of the artists/albums currently in my CD case here at work )
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I remember, in the late 70's when Saturday Night Live and VCR's were still new, I was about 7 or 8, and we were staying at my Grandma Kane's for the weekend. I see the living room in my mind perfectly, the sofa bed pulled out, me and Chryste sitting under a multi-colored afghan that Grandma had crocheted. Uncle Mike was there too, and he had brought his VCR and a tape of Saturday Night Live. I'm not sure I was actually allowed to watch the show then, but mom wasn't around, so it didn't matter. Mike had something he had to show us. He put the tape in and told us to watch these guys. And I watched, as two men, one tall and thin, the other short and fat, dressed in black suits, black hats, and black sunglasses came out on stage. The tall one had a briefcase handcuffed to his arm, and in it was a harmonica. The music started, and they started singing, and dancing and the dancing was bizarre and the music was great. I was fascinated. I remember Mike explaining them a little, and I don't really remember what he said, but I loved it anyway.

Sometime later (months, years... I don't recall) on a visit to Mike's house, he showed me the movie. These same two guys, brothers, on a mission from God to save an orphanage, crashing cars, running from cops, barely escaping one mess just to land in another, with a few breaks for some fun musical numbers, all culminating in what, to me at least, is the greatest car chase scene ever filmed with the entire Illinois state police force, the National Guard, a Winnebago driving country band, and even a station wagon full of Illinois Nazis.

I don't know why I love Jake and Elwood Blues so much. But all it takes is the opening credits and I'm smiling. The close up images of Dan Ackroyd and John Belushi, followed by their fraternal embrace under the title graphic, "The Blues Brothers," just makes me all warm and happy. It's one of those little things of childhood that has stayed with me all my life.

The movie's showing on TBS as I write this. I'm going to go back downstairs and curl up on the couch and alternately cringe and laugh at the horrible editing and probably fall asleep watching it.
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Happiness Is
by The Violent Femmes

I don't know what one means by happy
I'm happy spasmodically
If I eat a box of chocolate turtles, I'm happy
When the box is empty, I'm unhappy
When I get another box
I'm happy again
Happiness is a word for amateurs


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