On chord progressions and other strange topics
Him: No, go ahead and continue. Just understand that you’re speaking a foreign language to me right now.
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On the bass player
“Did you hear the sounds he was getting out of that bass? Wow!”
...read more hereOn blank at first blank and other crazy ideas — pt 3 (the airport)
“Don’t talk like that,” he said, “Because you’re going to see me again. I’m going to come out to New York and we’re going to be married. You’ll definitely see me again.”
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On the lower east side
[...] I stood near the front of the dancing crowd for lack of a place to sit and looked into his eyes. He greeted me silently with a military salute, which (I had forgotten until just then) was my signature greeting back in high school. He blushed when I responded by blowing him a kiss. [...]
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Poetry Corner Friday: Piano Man
I cannot touch the keys;
I have nothing left.[...]
On the drummer
He asked me a question about last Sunday. He asked me what was my aim. I told him I hadn’t spoken to my therapist about him yet. He went into a treatise on why a hook-up between the two of us would be a bad idea. I nodded. I think he talks too much…
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You’re my little secret and that’s how we should keep it…
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On Polly’s Sunshine Laugh
In other news, I’m thinking of writing a song called “Polly’s Sunshine Laugh.” If you can figure out the connection, I’ll give you a prize. No, seriously, I will. Be the first to comment with the correct connection between the top of this post and the bottom of it, and I’ll give you a prize. I’ve got a shutterfly code burning a hole in my inbox.
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Poetry Corner Friday: Generous
I want you to drink me up slowly like a margarita
I want to intoxicate you straight through to
the other side of your opaqueness.
On the official Mother’s Day entry
Mother once described the form of each piece as “everybody plays a song, and then a bunch of other stuff happens, and then they play the song again and stop.” (Those of you who know about jazz improvisational forms are probably laughing your asses off, and the rest of you are like “Um , okay, I don’t get the joke.” It’s fine. Just move on.)
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