From My Window #5. The Whimpering
Sometimes things happen outside which would identify where I am, I suppose. The noises and the wailing, the boop boop of the cop cars, the sounds of something or someone hurting to the point that human or animal it doesn’t matter. Humanity from animal reality is barely distinguishable: pain is pain all the same, and […]
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4AD: Bills and Aches and Blues!
New music rarely gets me hopping up and down in excitement. I am old. On the older end of the Generation X’ers. I am in the morass of stolid middle age where I prefer to live in past glories. I occasionally listen to new rap and hip hop. It is the only new musical genre […]
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