Back in the day I would waste my time in the most monumental way on messenger. I don't know why it would make me sick of people eventually. Because it's not people, it's you, keyboard, screen?
Love and Communication (Cat Power)
I'd get into fights. I'd wait for the outcome. I'd linger and check some music websites. I'd give people music recommendations. Some would hate me for it. Some you can't deal with. How people get stuck on certain music genres or artists they've grown accustomed to is how they also get stuck on life situations.
My friend who's in acting school listens to System Of A Down and Chopin. she threw away her Westlife CDs because her only true loves now are the two mentioned above. How does she bridge them? I tried, I did, but I can't force-feed her The Smiths. The Shins. electronic music which she still thinks boils down to Tiesto and others along that vein. My other friend (I only have three FRIENDS the rest are people, acquaintances, buds to drink Buds with) listens to Curtis Mayfield and Erykah Badu, old school soul, DJ Shadow, hip hop that nobody's heard of 🙂 and the like. So why didn't she appreciate Stone Roses? Why did she sort of like Jamie Lidell? Only sort of.
Lots of folks are talentless in appreciating what music others would want. This blog and its visitors will remain a mystery to me, no matter how much I'd track boring viewing statistics.
I hadn't checked my messenger for two weeks. Today, I had loving messages from friend number three, who's in France telling me she didn't forget me, and from one of my cousins. I almost cried like the girl that I am; she asked me: EŞTI? In Romanian messenger shortcuts, that generally means 'are you there'. What it means without context is 'ARE you'. Do you exist. (girls cry, boys do too, they're not from different planets)
(Update. Sorry the Guillemots link got lost among the other mp3s. Took care of that though. People, you could just shout to me, oi girl, the links are mixed up. or something along those lines)
*I spent some time in the garden with my cat Gogol and her kits, she reacts to Guillemots in a very weird way, as if she's looking for another cat.
(i get the feeling she'd smack me for posting one of her songs like that – ahem.)
These artists apparently have nothing to do with each other. That makes me laugh a sad little laugh.