Monday, March 30, 2009
This music
Found iPod. Yes, it is a dream come true. I will have to give it back to its owner. It mysteriously appeared in the trunk of my car. It belongs to someone I know; and now, I know, I and this someone are musical equals. Walks and mundane activities at home are now glorious; Beth Orton with all her Bjork-like cosmic gentleness, Johnny Cash with his goofy, simple and charming directness, Beck with his dark, moving, moody undertones, and Moby with his eccentric etherealness ... my life has been missing this iPod. It's probably been with me for six months or more, and I did not know I had it until Saturday.
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