Those days when it’s so cold it hurts to hold the steering wheel… hoping you’re all staying safe and comfortable
Posts in: Experiential
Tried a poke bowl for the first time tonight. I loved it. Would absolutely recommend it.
I wish I was half the typist my fingers would have me believe! #thispostmaybetypofree #iwillprobablyfindsomethethingwrongwithitonceitslive
Again I must record that I have not learned to write music, so I cannot share what I hear. Must fix. Must fix.
Three Things Left at Home
Three. Three is the running count of items that are currently not with me. Wallet: Stored in the correct place, but I did not perform my usual check before I left the house Key: Placed in a shirt pocket and not returned to its usual storage location at my work desk. The key should not have made it to my house. Food item: Intended to bring for lunch. I did bring two out of three things that I intended to bring, but I am frustrated that I did not verify what I had with me before I left the house.
Music Is a Time Machine
I listened to parts of two different albums tonight. When I first listened to each album, my life couldn’t have been more different, emotionally. The albums were released only a few years apart, but one came during a happier time and another came during a dark descent. Listening to each one, tonight, brought back places, names and faces. Funny, the places one can travel, just by picking an album out of a list.
AutoRip, My Purchase History, I Can't Remember All of It, And I Don't Know Enough
Tonight, I signed up for Amazon’s free cloud player service—specifically because of news items I read about Amazon’s new AutoRip service. AutoRIP is something that ought to have been done a long time ago. If you buy a qualifying CD, subject to the terms of licensing between Amazon and the major record labels, you get the dics shipped to your house and you get an electronic copy placed in your Amazon Cloud Player library.
When All the Music I Love Is, Basically, a Database
I have a large iTunes library. It doesn’t represent everything I have ever heard, nor everything I have ever loved, nor even everything I own. But that iTunes library is becoming a beast to manage. There is SO much data about the music—that isn’t the music—but is integral. Recently I have made it a personal project to make sure a single piece of information exists for each track: the release date, the day it became available for sale to the public.
There Is No Bad Music, An Introduction
I don’t claim any special privilege, knowledge, education or access. Like many friends, and friends I haven’t met, I simply love music. I got my first portable FM radio somewhere around the Christmas of 1978, and I have been trying to carry music everywhere with me ever since. It means that much to me. In 1990 I went to work at a record store. You see, I thought I knew about music.