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Thursday, February 8, 2018

20180208 - Late night easy listening

Tonight I have rediscovered Everything But The Girl(EBTG).  I was listening to some Lisa Loeb.  Love her.  Then it hit me, "I didn't know I was looking for love".  It is a great song.  I don't remember when I first heard it but I think it was some time during college and I remember thinking this is brilliant.  I think it was on MYX or MTV where they were doing classic/flashback songs or maybe not... I remember seeing a music video...  let me do a quick Wikipedia search.  Oh...  I actually heard the cover first by Karen Ramirez but oddly I didn't care for her much because the original was so good if not better.  EBTG is I think a very Jazzy Blues.  It is definitely making me feel a cruise drive through the beach in this French Movie with subtitles sipping a cocktail.  It is an odd mixed feeling of  relaxation, fear or anxiety, ambition or hopefulness, I dunno I feel like its death.  It is a very difficult claim to explain but it is how I think I can ultimately explain how I feel listening to some of their songs.  Like what Pete Burns said when he almost died the first time, it feels like a bath in soft velvet.


Karma is a bitch that really won't get away from me.  She is always on my case godammit.  Just when I thought everything was going smoothly... there is always that something that would hit me and give me huge anxiety.  It is like someone who takes great satisfaction watching other people's torture, fear and chaos but will never kill them because otherwise there is no entertainment.

It is Friday tomorrow.  The weekend is coming but it doesn't guarantee the light at the end of the tunnel.  Weekends nowadays just feel like a pit stop, a stop over, that motel in the highway or a rest stop.  It is just a time to breathe before the Hell falls again comes Monday.

Next week flying to San Francisco again.


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