Tom Smith, Rain, & Pain
Apr. 14th, 2004 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzillaThis won't be a bright and shiny entry. After eight days of rainy weather, my joints are creaking loudly enough that folks standing near me can hear it. According to the weather reports, there's at least another day or two of similar weather patterns... leaving me wondering if I'll be able to walk at all by the time it breaks.
What's keeping me sane is my mismatched collection of Tom Smith mp3s... he's made it to the top of my 'must buy everything' list. Tunes like Sheep Marketing Ploy, Callisto, Temperature of Revenge, Starlight & Saxophone, and Hellraiser... and maybe 25 or 30 more. They run on a repeat loop via Totem, running on the P-II 350 back here running Mandrake Move. Still haven't gotten sound working on the laptop, so it had to be the other machine.
*listens to the opening strains of I'll Get That Roadrunner* If it weren't for Mr Smith's musical efforts, and the folks that talk to me via chat clients (equally important), I would have gone completely daft by now. Unless I -have- gone balmy and am simply deceiving myself. Whichever. I don't figure it really matters, to be honest; either I'm nuts and no longer have to worry about crossing the line, or I'm _not_ nuts and what I've been doing is working. As I said, whichever.
*sighs* Can't tell I'm tired and burned out, can you? What's that? Screaming it from the rooftops? Yah, you may have a point. I used to like the rain. Honestly, I used to do a lot of hiking in the rain, enjoying the woods in the cleansing flow of the showers. My friends always thought I was weird, but... there was something magical and wonderful about it. Now rain represents pain and mental fog and confusion. I miss the old ways... before I was hemmed in like some farmer's livestock.
*shakes her head* Well, there's no point in continuing this... we all know it's just going to spiral further down. Time to melt into the music and the chats and try to forget what's real, if only for a little while.
What's keeping me sane is my mismatched collection of Tom Smith mp3s... he's made it to the top of my 'must buy everything' list. Tunes like Sheep Marketing Ploy, Callisto, Temperature of Revenge, Starlight & Saxophone, and Hellraiser... and maybe 25 or 30 more. They run on a repeat loop via Totem, running on the P-II 350 back here running Mandrake Move. Still haven't gotten sound working on the laptop, so it had to be the other machine.
*listens to the opening strains of I'll Get That Roadrunner* If it weren't for Mr Smith's musical efforts, and the folks that talk to me via chat clients (equally important), I would have gone completely daft by now. Unless I -have- gone balmy and am simply deceiving myself. Whichever. I don't figure it really matters, to be honest; either I'm nuts and no longer have to worry about crossing the line, or I'm _not_ nuts and what I've been doing is working. As I said, whichever.
*sighs* Can't tell I'm tired and burned out, can you? What's that? Screaming it from the rooftops? Yah, you may have a point. I used to like the rain. Honestly, I used to do a lot of hiking in the rain, enjoying the woods in the cleansing flow of the showers. My friends always thought I was weird, but... there was something magical and wonderful about it. Now rain represents pain and mental fog and confusion. I miss the old ways... before I was hemmed in like some farmer's livestock.
*shakes her head* Well, there's no point in continuing this... we all know it's just going to spiral further down. Time to melt into the music and the chats and try to forget what's real, if only for a little while.
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Date: 2004-04-15 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-15 03:26 am (UTC)Great artist. =)