In looking at a bunch (and I do mean a bunch) of photos of a lot of people (who probably most of you, if not all of you, don't know) eating, drinking, dancing and otherwise doing public displays of ... not what I normally see them doing, then click on this specific link. You are forwarned. Oh, and if you're on dial-up you might not want to click on that link...
Rules are: No matter what the genre, whether or not they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.
Well. Since I've recently become a bit less of a luddite as far as music is concerned, and am learning how to make play lists...
1 - Suite: Judy Blue Eyes (CSN) 2 - Black Magic Woman/Gypsy Queen (Santana) 3 - Disorder in the House (Warren Zevon) 4 - On the Road Again (Willie Nelson) 5 - Meadows (Joe Walsh) 6 - Don't Stop (Fleetwood Mac) 7 - Before You Accuse Me (Eric Clapton)
Those just happen to be the first seven on the Tsuji Rock playlist... and I am enjoying them now!
There is a journal, an LJ, I've been following... off and on, from a distance. It's been easy to do, as several of the people I read here regularly also read this LJ, so I've not needed to 'friend' the one in discussion. I didn't want to, not because this is a bad person.
I knew something. I knew it the first time I stopped to read there. That knowing, it's something that comes on me at times. It's frightening. I run from it to no avail, because. Well. Because it can't be run from, really. It's just something. It's me. I do this betimes. I know things. That knowing is a big part of why, when the time came to leave the NICU it was time, now, right now, set things down and walk away. And when the most recent news postings came in those LJ's I read which are one degree of separation... that knowing stirred, and nodded, and all of that added to this week's wierd.
Wierd in the old, old sense, the experiencing a wierding.
This. Whole. Week.
All the dates are lining up on the days as they did 11 years ago. No big deal, really, the calendar does that. Just this year, it is a Wierding for me. And now, I understand a bit better, because once again knowing came and sat within me.
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