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whisperers
Nov. 4th, 2006 12:21 amI enjoy Dava Sobel's song Berzelii Park so much that I did a ccmixter remix of the folk-ambient piece. I called the result Parque Dava Sobel. I added the two things I often add--beats and birdsong. I tend to prefer beatless ambience and chill to beats (although light minimal downtempo/tech beats appeal to me, but I never have good samples for those), but I remixed them in anyway.
We watched the movie "An Unfinished Life" on the DVD tonight, and enjoyed it. It made me long to be in Wyoming, which I have visited, or a Dakota, which I have not, or even in Saskatchewan. I'll settle instead tomorrow for the park pond one town up, where the sights will feature no mountains nor sweeping skies, but might feature a great blue heron if one is particularly quiet.
Just before the movie came on, that Jennifer Love Hewitt was on with her show about being a ghost whisperer. Everyone is a whisperer these days. I rather like the way the years are being kind to her in a way other than the "classic without a flaw beauty" way. I find I am not a whisperer--things don't beck to my charming, still call. But I found low-fat animal crackers today, and whispered to them, in a way, and perhaps that counts.
I have been playing tonight with my can-jo. My recording of an original melody leaves me with a less than fulfilled feeling, but being able to plink out Joy Division's "She's Lost Control" gives me no end of, well, joy, which is inappropriate, I know, but there you are, really. Youtube taught me what a frail life Ian Curtis' was even before it became too frail. Insupportable challenges and constant suffering--so many hurdles to overcome. We find our grace not in our impervious perfection but in keeping the faith despite the flaws.
We watched the movie "An Unfinished Life" on the DVD tonight, and enjoyed it. It made me long to be in Wyoming, which I have visited, or a Dakota, which I have not, or even in Saskatchewan. I'll settle instead tomorrow for the park pond one town up, where the sights will feature no mountains nor sweeping skies, but might feature a great blue heron if one is particularly quiet.
Just before the movie came on, that Jennifer Love Hewitt was on with her show about being a ghost whisperer. Everyone is a whisperer these days. I rather like the way the years are being kind to her in a way other than the "classic without a flaw beauty" way. I find I am not a whisperer--things don't beck to my charming, still call. But I found low-fat animal crackers today, and whispered to them, in a way, and perhaps that counts.
I have been playing tonight with my can-jo. My recording of an original melody leaves me with a less than fulfilled feeling, but being able to plink out Joy Division's "She's Lost Control" gives me no end of, well, joy, which is inappropriate, I know, but there you are, really. Youtube taught me what a frail life Ian Curtis' was even before it became too frail. Insupportable challenges and constant suffering--so many hurdles to overcome. We find our grace not in our impervious perfection but in keeping the faith despite the flaws.
