I thought about simplicity today, in terms of letting go of everything that is not needed. Worn-out but still admired shoes. Faded papers. Flat pillows. Old, unloving thoughts.
Then I heard Sinead's a capella koan, which I probably haven't heard in a couple of decades.
No other words needed.
Sinead O'Connor, I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got
Nneka, Africans Concrete Jungle
George Harrison, Beware of Darkness All Things Must Pass
Willie Nelson, One in a Row One Hell of a Ride
Rufus Wainwright, Go Or Go Ahead Want One
David Bowie, Five Years Stage
David Bowie, A New Career in a New Town Low
Matthew Sweet, Divine Intervention Girlfriend
Depeche Mode, Halo Violator
Angie Stone, 20 Dollars Mahogany Soul
Showing posts with label Birds Flying High. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 07, 2013
Random Play: Never thought I'd fall again so easily
Some schmaltz from 1980 arises as soon as I turn on the radio this morning--and its long-forgotten provenance that I must've osmosed as a child who turned on the radio some morning then.
THEN you play "Starship Troopers" for me, Zenith? Sister Bluebird, look what you've done to me.
THEN you play "Starship Troopers" for me, Zenith? Sister Bluebird, look what you've done to me.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
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