I direct your attention to my playlist from a radio show I did tonight. Seeing as it's my birthday in a few hours, I felt it would be a good idea to do a sort of retrospective look at all the music that has shaped my life in some way, or at least, all that I could fit in to 2 hours. I also made some comments about how they affected me, and who introduced them to me. I'm not really much of a self-aggrandiser in general (and I don't even know if the internet knows if this blog exists), but some people expressed interest in the show, so I thought I'd post it up here:
WQHS's Not So-Acoustic Philly
ps - There's two artists that were very big at different points in my life that aren't on there; one because I didn't have a good track to play (Billy Joel) and one because I was stupid at age 14 and don't own any of their music anymore (Linkin Park).
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
I hope this isn't seen as shit.
17.
I can remember nights
Where you and I talked
And we loved each other.
I can still remember when I was young
– And you were youngest –
Thinking you’d been sent to destroy me,
That you were a vacuum of affection directed at me.
But even when we fought,
We knew we were fine –
That we were meant prop up each other
‘Til frailty and senility wreck’d us for real.
There is little else in this world I have come to feel
Duty bound to care about
And few others whom I’ve truly loved
With unabashed affection.
And, I remember, and sort of can’t forget
You turning nine years old;
I have this irresolvable belief in me of your
Continued childlike goodness,
Sustained forever from that year,
That you will fix the world.
You complained, at least I think you did,
Of living in my shadow,
But trust me:
The only umbral shade you’ll ever encounter
Is when you soar past the moon
And can see the dark side of Earth in all its splendor,
And destroy all doubt.
Please remember, little Mary,
That I will always be looking up at you.
I can remember nights
Where you and I talked
And we loved each other.
I can still remember when I was young
– And you were youngest –
Thinking you’d been sent to destroy me,
That you were a vacuum of affection directed at me.
But even when we fought,
We knew we were fine –
That we were meant prop up each other
‘Til frailty and senility wreck’d us for real.
There is little else in this world I have come to feel
Duty bound to care about
And few others whom I’ve truly loved
With unabashed affection.
And, I remember, and sort of can’t forget
You turning nine years old;
I have this irresolvable belief in me of your
Continued childlike goodness,
Sustained forever from that year,
That you will fix the world.
You complained, at least I think you did,
Of living in my shadow,
But trust me:
The only umbral shade you’ll ever encounter
Is when you soar past the moon
And can see the dark side of Earth in all its splendor,
And destroy all doubt.
Please remember, little Mary,
That I will always be looking up at you.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
What I Want For My Birthday
1. A Band involving the following:
Trumpet
Drums
Trombone
Guitar (x2)
Bass
Piano
Part-Harmony Vocals
2. A New Necktie.
Trumpet
Drums
Trombone
Guitar (x2)
Bass
Piano
Part-Harmony Vocals
2. A New Necktie.
Monday, October 1, 2007
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