| POSTED BY: Kiki on 02/09/2010 11:57:28 |
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anyway somethin's gotta give a know ? and you know something gave already when your sneekers are mixed in with your video tapes in a half opened (dust) cardboard box and it won't stop raining in the garage...done storage units..got no rich friends who will hold my stuff...pooor me. and a town decides you can't keep cardboard in a house..geeze i went too far in life. since i can write it means its not as bad as it was with the brain brokage i think..no proof on that one but i still wonder about fear all the same..why someone is too afraid to open it..and maybe now i know a little more about that...i have a passion..it came back to me in a concert hall of note...from my own fingers attached to a nervous system which felt how should things should be when you're dealing with the pacing of the dead baby syndrome composer who was great ..everyone calls him that so its not gross to me..he took the most chilling thing and put it out there..and silenced a concert hall...gotta say the ressurrection symphony was amazing 2 summers ago..comin up on three now...amazing in that..though conducted by the netherlands bunch..in principle..it was outside.....under an acoustically modest shed...singers sang..and ya know the place seemed to lift up. that's also the story of how the video tape idea every happened..some conductors work on that in a classroom..it's not a meryl streep thing or anything..i would assume her relationship is with cinematographers who find the directors they like..i live in movie land..that's a refined field like music is..but i guess we know this..maybe that's the source of fear..that we think..refinement is life and not art...dunno..
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