somethingforeveryone6

some of the reasons why i’m happy tonight*….
tori. with only one exception**, i’ve never felt music that way before. in my mind, little earthquakes is especially breathtaking, but her talent is certainly evident elsewhere.
i caught a nap on a couch in an apartment severely lamp lacking. the smell reminds me of what it takes to make a place feel like home…and of what it takes to make a person happy.
the artist’s quarter. it’s not the same anymore. but memories of the old building and the many times i went to hear drums or a vibraphone make me smile.
autechre
coffee. i haven’t become addicted. i don’t rely on multiple cups everyday…but the warmth in my hands and my throat make me feel so comfortable. and again. the smell. which actually contributes to the smell of the city life.
cussler. i don’t think i’d be there if i hadn’t seen the way the class was affecting your thinking.
diary of a madman
[good for any beer, house wine, or rail cocktail on night of performance]
emo(??)
everything that rises must converge
em forster. page 221, i believe.
because i love my family.
ghirardelli. double chocolate. i know i’ve never been a huge chocolate fan…but this…this was amazing…pie, hot chocolate, and m&m’s. the only chocolate i need.
because i’m trying to walk the narrow path but it’s awfully hard.
[happy as the grass is green]
icol diston
minneapolis
people. graham. huntley. james. lisa. luke. two weeks ago someone asked luke whether he and i were related. easy answer. then how we knew each other. his response made me smile. this list is certainly not exclusive. there are more people than i can count.
because it’s bigger than me. bigger than you. beyond our ability to comprehend the beauty of it all.
popcorn. and even reading the dictionary…with people who appreciate me.
porch.
the sky [we’re going to go stand with them] beautiful.
steve reich
tni books. blogs, books, and cds. thanks to a random link on pedro’s site…thanks to ryan…
because i felt i had something to prove when i learned to play twist and shout. i ended up quitting anyway, but i practiced on cardboard boxes until i had it nailed. it was like i’d won a battle.
vinyl. and the record that prompted me to put the record player in my room.
west side story. ha. and rides in the back of matt’s pickup with words that made me think.
yeats. a prayer for my daughter. and others.
*and thankful!
**pedro. secret of the easy yoke must not be left out here…i listen to that song differently than i did a few years ago, but it must be remembered.