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May. 20th, 2010 11:03 pmSome music, I tell you, I want to become much closer to than my ears alone will allow. I want to wear it in heavily draped folds, inhale it, mark my spine with its rhythms. It's not an experience to share with others in words. Skin to skin, maybe, or as part of the rhythm-drunk crowd rocked by it live.
(I want to see Marina and the Diamonds live next Thursday. Alas, I heard of her last week and tickets sold out at the beginning of March. Be a while before I can commune with this music and other people.)
Life is good, oh my god. I'm reluctant to speak of what's going on outside locked entries lest it identify me, but there are times when the strings of my life are all tuned, all play true, and it's a headrush just to exist in that brief balanced time.
(I want to see Marina and the Diamonds live next Thursday. Alas, I heard of her last week and tickets sold out at the beginning of March. Be a while before I can commune with this music and other people.)
Life is good, oh my god. I'm reluctant to speak of what's going on outside locked entries lest it identify me, but there are times when the strings of my life are all tuned, all play true, and it's a headrush just to exist in that brief balanced time.
