More poetic than it is, I have substituted the link for "The Man Who Stepped into the Future" because he stopped posting (he was good for while). I have replaced him with a very good blog call "The Rich Girls Are Weeping", who writes nice commentary and seems to post often. The way things work, if you are savy enough I guess, is that you can take those links on the right and make a mix everyday of brand new and classic jams. Everyday basically, cuz they all post one or two tracks almost daily. That means that there are people recording, right now, the track that will be great on some other week... IN THE FUTURE!
"But how do I keep control of it all? Isn't there someone finding these things out for me?," you ask. Hence the second link- "elbo.ws", they read all the blogs, find the good songs and post where to find them. They also have a "what's hot", which sounds stupid, but there is so much out there, they are really doing us favors. I add their link at the bottom cuz it is easy to get to that way, use them.
So does anybody read the monologues? Leave a comment if you like one dammit.
Happy days (I submitted my first entry for a national conference today... Hello tenure in ten years, and then ten more years)
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Stop me before I...
mONOlugie:
Wait! Get back, please! Okay, now, stay there, okay? I'm gonna do it and I don't want you to stop me. I've thought this out, okay, and though it may look stupid now, it will make our lives much better in the end. Stay back, if you come any closer I'll do it and I don't want you to see it. There were things you couldn't know, there always were. I told myself for a long time that it was to keep you safe, but it was more than that, it was to keep you innocent. My life is a lie, your image of me, of all of us, is a just a big lie that I can't keep up any longer. We are not normal people. We have a history that we are born with, that we can't live down. I thought I could keep the burden from you, I thought I could keep you safe. I was wrong. But now, I hope you can see that this will change everything, it might be worse for a little while, but I promise, it will be different. No more hiding, no more lies. Now go. Go!
Wait! Get back, please! Okay, now, stay there, okay? I'm gonna do it and I don't want you to stop me. I've thought this out, okay, and though it may look stupid now, it will make our lives much better in the end. Stay back, if you come any closer I'll do it and I don't want you to see it. There were things you couldn't know, there always were. I told myself for a long time that it was to keep you safe, but it was more than that, it was to keep you innocent. My life is a lie, your image of me, of all of us, is a just a big lie that I can't keep up any longer. We are not normal people. We have a history that we are born with, that we can't live down. I thought I could keep the burden from you, I thought I could keep you safe. I was wrong. But now, I hope you can see that this will change everything, it might be worse for a little while, but I promise, it will be different. No more hiding, no more lies. Now go. Go!
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Deep south
Moanalogue:
My mother always had a big problem with racists. No, no, don't get me wrong, she didn't have a problem with being racist, just that most racists were bad tippers. She was the only waitress in the only diner in our backwater hole of a town and often times it was rough gettin by. The busiest nights, those after the klan meetings out at Jennings field, were also her least compensated. It's like just because God gave these men racial superiority they deserved an extra helping everything for free. Well, a man's got be fed to do his business, so she'd feed 'em like it was charity. And she'd try to be nice to them, she had lost her first husband, my father, and she was always on the look out for a new one. It's hard livin when you are under-appreciated for the work you do, and they more than anyone shoulda know that! But these klansmen were just plain mean. Who woulda guessed it?
My mother always had a big problem with racists. No, no, don't get me wrong, she didn't have a problem with being racist, just that most racists were bad tippers. She was the only waitress in the only diner in our backwater hole of a town and often times it was rough gettin by. The busiest nights, those after the klan meetings out at Jennings field, were also her least compensated. It's like just because God gave these men racial superiority they deserved an extra helping everything for free. Well, a man's got be fed to do his business, so she'd feed 'em like it was charity. And she'd try to be nice to them, she had lost her first husband, my father, and she was always on the look out for a new one. It's hard livin when you are under-appreciated for the work you do, and they more than anyone shoulda know that! But these klansmen were just plain mean. Who woulda guessed it?
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Just Pretend
New link added for Just Pretend. They put up lots of researched .mp3s for us so go visit and thank them. My other ads of late are disappointing. I figured Popsheep would be good but they are maybe a little immature for me to stay intrigued with, maybe they'll be veto'd soon.
Had a horrible thought today, Devos could actaully be elected governor, awful, the man is slimy and Granholm is a golden heart in this state of pesimists and those stealing money from them.
Mononuke:
My first real friend ever was Gina. We met in kindergarden the way real first friends usually meet. The first day of class my mother had dressed me in this awful pink dress with a little white belt and white shoes. I hated it, I thought I looked like a bottle of peptobizmo with a little white belt. Gina looked cool, almost too cool to be a kindergardener and in front of the school I was sure that she was a third or even forth grader. But when she walked into Ms. Surely's class directly after me and in the circle of chairs right beside me I was amazed. I knew we had to be friends. I said, "Hi" to her and she actaully answered me! She was very nice, and we talked up until Ms. Surely walked in and started teaching. I remember I could barely sit still, I was overwhelmed that this girl who, in my naive definition of it, was the coolest girl in the school was going to be my friend, my real friend.
Had a horrible thought today, Devos could actaully be elected governor, awful, the man is slimy and Granholm is a golden heart in this state of pesimists and those stealing money from them.
Mononuke:
My first real friend ever was Gina. We met in kindergarden the way real first friends usually meet. The first day of class my mother had dressed me in this awful pink dress with a little white belt and white shoes. I hated it, I thought I looked like a bottle of peptobizmo with a little white belt. Gina looked cool, almost too cool to be a kindergardener and in front of the school I was sure that she was a third or even forth grader. But when she walked into Ms. Surely's class directly after me and in the circle of chairs right beside me I was amazed. I knew we had to be friends. I said, "Hi" to her and she actaully answered me! She was very nice, and we talked up until Ms. Surely walked in and started teaching. I remember I could barely sit still, I was overwhelmed that this girl who, in my naive definition of it, was the coolest girl in the school was going to be my friend, my real friend.
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