anti-prose. random matter.
Published on February 3, 2007 By crimson In Blogging
The Violent Femmes, The Clash, The Rolling Stones....

I'm not a big purchaser of music. I'm a radio girl, and by that, I mean car radio. I have several radios in the apartment, but it's mostly just filler; the car radio is where I rock out most.

The Beatles, The Kinks, The White Stripes...

I can't dance. At least, I can't line dance, I can't waltz, and I can't do any other stylized, choreographed kinda moves. I'm more freestyle, I guess. I can move my hips, and I don't feel stupid dancing in a crowd. I'm never going to have the spotlight on me, though. But I do enjoy slow dancing, barely moving, lost in music, and the feel of another's arms around me.

The Velvet Underground, The Pixies, The Ramones...

I have a Walkman, I have a casette player, and I like my records, too. I'm not that high-tech to own an Ipod or an MP3 player. But I mostly have my own inner stereo, where snippets of music hit my brain just before opening my eyes in the morning, or while I walk downtown in the afternoon. I get lost in my own mind music taking the bus crosstown. I hear every single note of music, every chord played and note belted out. I hear melodies, and guttural wails, all without the necessity of technology. Music stays with me, man.

The Unicorns, The Killers, The Hives.






Comments
on Feb 04, 2007
I'm a radio girl


Me too. Well, I mean I'm a radio guy. I have the radio on constantly in the car and at home as i just don't care a whole lot for TV at all.

P.S. I dig The Kinks
on Feb 04, 2007
Half of the groups are what I would call classic (only because they were around when I was young), and the other half I have no clue on!
on Feb 04, 2007
I can't line dance,
That might be something to be proud of.
on Feb 04, 2007
I have an internal DJ. He is pretty damned good although sometimes he is usurped by another who programs me to wake up with songs I would rather not walk around humming. The only way I've found to get rid of this other is by internally singing a rousing verse of 'Lola the Callgirl'. Barry Manilow's schmaltz cancels out all other schmaltz. But then, of course, I have to deal with Barry Manilow.