I thought it was time to revive live music in my life. I go through phases, as you well know. So tonight I went to hear Shilpa Ray & her Happy Hookers perform at Le Poisson Rouge. She was interesting: at times, soulful and passionate, with a great, deep voice. And at other times shrieky, loud, too much. Way too much. But I liked her performance overall. I liked how she got into her music. I like how she threw caution to the wind, cliche cliche etc., and just did her own thing. One of my favourite songs by her is "Woman Sets Her Boyfriend on Fire," which you can listen to on her website, already linked. I like the extremes in her voice -- ranging from mournful, melancholy to -- angry. Ah anger.
I have found a new Norah Jones song to like. It's called Chasing Pirates: I don't know why I like this song as much as I do. Possibly b/c I had drunk two whiskeys when I listened to it first. I would love to do a strikethrough through that last sentence but unfortunately I don't' know how to do that. I guess I like the song b/c it has this upbeat, poppy backgrouund but actually the lyrics are quite mature. The singer's mind is racing from chasing heartaches. Which, as you can imagine, kind of sucks. I like the lyrics, especially, "I don't know how to slow it down." This has always been my problem. I can't take anything - job, friends, loves, life -- one step at a time. Rather, I have to hasten everything to its end, and then I lament its demise. I've thought perhaps this is best, I'm not wasting time, I'm just getting to the heart of the matter. But sometimes I wonder whether I'm prematurely killing something which, if given time -- and I suppose nurturing and patience -- would have lived long. Happily. Ever after?
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no, it would have rotted. slowly. painfully. falling apart!
i used to cook things on very high heat thinking it would make it cook faster. not so, not so. sometimes things take time grasshopper.
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