I guess there’s a reason I don’t do this sort of thing. It’s a bit like cheating. Maybe a picture says a thousand words, it does mean that’s a thousand words you are not writing. A video must say a million plus actually saying some in a real and objective sense.
When I have a song stuck in my head, ok, sometimes when there’s a song sdtuck in my head it’s not an accident. It corresponds with a memory, a time and a place, even as it happens in real time, in the present tense. It’s not the actual song I want to sure so much as my relationship to it. Unless I’m managing the band I have no vested interest in whether or not you like the actual song, so, pretending that we give a fuck what anyone writes ever on a journaling site, I’m obligated to either leave it rest or speak to my state of mind.
I think that might be a big if. I don’t know. I’m not going to try to make that point, not with any enthusiasm, I mean I wasn’t going there and now that I’m there I’m not that interested. It’s a bummer for no discernable reason. I’m awake too early.
I will make a point that dropping five songs up there is almost meaningless. Someone else did all the work, spinning discs isn’t really an art form (no offense to any DJ’s out there). You’ll either like these or not, or like some and not others, and it won’t change what the songs do to me when they do something to me.
I guess I want to add there’s a big difference between the kind of song that means something inside a rig during a blizzard and the kind that means something outside, standing on an empty blue highway, or in the AC or a bulldog, or in the heat mirages rising off a desert road.
Five songs for Friday. It’s a thing, I don’t know where to link the origin.
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