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Sublimusic sheesh, at the time I wrote this it was just coming up on one o'clock in the afternoon, that's 1300 hours for some of you (well, maybe not at the moment, but some time during your day this time does occur... and just in case it doesn't, do call me and share your timeless experiences), and the room in which I sit has become so dark I can not see the keys when I glance down at them after my eyes get accustomed to the screen light... must be a heck of a thunderstorm cloud out there...meanwhile, I have been relatively oblivious as I have music in my ears and my eyes focused on the place from which words come... from? I am experiencing a song haunting... lately, I have been actually putting music into my ears more often than I had been prior to lately... it allows for subliminal messaging and the single most often re-played CD is The Wallflowers Red Letter Days, which you may already know if you've been reading me elsewhere... the fact that this is being mentioned in more than one place is even more poingnant than the fact that it even being mentioned at all, further emphasizing the power I allow relatively random music and someone else's words have in my mind... Dylan and company are being allowed relatively unfettered access to my psyche... others being allowed in recently (this week) include Alanis Morissette, Under Rug Swept... Natalie Umbruglia, White Lilies Island... and Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here (which has been part of the permanent soundtrack of both my life and my creative process ever since I first heard it)... others allowed in during the past month or so include Aimee Mann, Lost in Space... Michael Crawford, Sings Andrew Lloyd Webber (containing some all time favorites)... Tom Chapin, Great Big Fun... Jen Chapin (ah, all the Chapins)... Vivaldi, La tempesta di mare and Concerti con titoli... and The Moody Blues, Seventh Sojourn (core soundtrack for me)... there are others also overdue at the local library (my selections are limited by the library for now), but I haven't played them on repeat... and between songs I hear the hard rapping of rain, possibly hail, on the windows and notice that the washing machine has stopped... multitasking is not always a distraction, it really depends on mood and the living energy/aura/presence in the space... but that is a whole other much deeper path I may take another time, just now now... of course a few of the songs, and especially a few lines crawl into my psyche for some serious haunting for reasons I will delve into some time if I am wise (and I think I might be from time to time)... perhaps I should let it finally come to semi-consciousness and meet the place form which my words flow and see what happens... later, I want to enjoy some thunder now...
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