First of all apologies to all of the wonderful writers out there, that I have not commented on recently. Hell, am not even capable to comment on the YoYo-Dydne Posts. Back up to 500 in the Inbox unopened.
If you’ve been following for a while I’ve been known to drop off the face of the earth for a week or so at a time. Still alive and kicking though.
The disease keeps me from leaving the house, interacting , answering the phone, working like a damned normal person and keeping the fear away.
So, despite the SSD diagnosis, and Mensa membership (genius and insanity remember?) my musical compass has always been right on.
Love Leonard Cohen. Also know that there are better covers of Leonard’s songs than his original Hallelujah .
Here is Damien Rice. One of my favorite musicians, and his rendition of this beautiful song.
And I apologize once again if I have not gotten to your post.
And who we get stuck in those rooms with make up our lives. One room at a time. One minute at a time.
One day at at a time says Bill W. Oh and I had a 12 year personal relationship with Bill. Thinking of healing our relationship and talking again. Couldn’t hurt. Might help. We’ve been out of touch for a while. Life has become peculiar, but not due to the fissure with Bill. Life is…-insert favorite platitude here-. May put up a poll soon on this subject. Have to say El Guapo’s polls can’t be beat though!
Listening to Damien Rice. If you don’t know who he is go out. Listen. You’ll be hooked and caught like a child in a world of wonderful but frightening magic.
Have to thank El Guapo for reminding me to mention the music that plays as I write. He does it with every blog. If you’ve any wasted time to go back to, oh 2006 through 2008 or 2009, you’ll see the same thing was always mentioned at the end of all the YoYo-Dydne posts. Not sure when I stopped. Thanks EG.
This blog is a Chex Mix (TM in case of sue-age) theme.
So I’m going to choose Door Number One and go with Carol Merril: Music!
The ONLY reason to use auto-tune would be the following video. Let’s face it: if you need auto-tune to make your own recording… you suck.
Oh, my quiet honesty. So lovely and sweet. And no room at the Inn…