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importance and import

ive only known about sufjan stevens since my trip to LA in the summer.
chris played chicago for me and frankly it killed me.

now im listening to the last album seven swans and i cant imagine any other
musical composition cradling my psyche with such exceptional perfection.
i have never met sufjan stevens.
i dont know what he looks like.
i dont want to see him in concert or get his autograph.
i would like to ask him how exactly he knows how to strike such a chord in me.

and fortunately for me replay is a feature that was deemed integral to all
music software so i can listen to track two nine thousand times in a row.

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Older: latus flatus greatus impatious.

sleeping is naught understood. well naught by eye. if i ever hit that point of accomplishment. you know. that one that you hit and alls a sudden confetti and crackers start EXPLODING under your eyelids and you know that everything you do from that moment on whether it appears bad or good or slick or rough or tough or chewable or honky or tonky is just as fantastic as the converse and so you are afforded the chance to do anything. when i hit that point im going to stay awake until i see stars at noon and then im going to sleep straight through a talking heads concert and i might take a walk right on through dove springs at midnight while im chomping on a fugu lolly i will romp around in india for a spell playing high fives with all of the bollywood dorks i will tinker with the label on my mattress i will walk right up to mister bush and i will throw pez at his nose i will pass a bottle of absinthe around during a fire drill dont think i wont. im just waiting for that confetti.

Newer: the smiths

i walked down harris park today and passed a dead raccoon. it was covered in flies and they parted as i passed then reamassed. i thought to myself “that should smell so foul i almost throw up.” about ten yards away the foulest rankest most fantastically oppressive smell this side of hipster apartments hit me so hard i almost cried. it was about that time that i thought about the song hand in glove. i mean i know the smiths. how cant you. even if you hate them tons of asshole people like me say “what are you talking about the smiths kill?” but actually the smiths dont appeal to me from a ‘my lifetime’ slice. ok this is a stupid point to make. obviously millions of people have experienced the great classical works on so many levels it makes orgasm look like a happy meal. but i have never adored classical music. i have listened to it and been consumed by a select few pieces that im sure are viewed as greatest hits stigmata but never to the extent that i have been driven to madness. point being i think the smiths can be rightfully claimed by others slightly before me. the same goes for madness ac/dc stevie wonder public enemy and so many mas. i feel like they are owned and adored by many before me and i will never know what its like to love the smiths when you could go see the smiths and swoon in unison with thousands alike. and dont pull the morrissey card. yes. morrissey. amazing. smiths? come on. johnny marr. queen is dead. thats it. period. it doesnt happen twice. you die when you see the smiths. if you dont you slept. and so i can explode in adulation when listening to the smiths privately but who are the bands of my time? bands who i know and kill me and i have seen and it was singular and temporally distinct? the lucksmiths. the gossip. marisa monte. super furry animals. mc chris. ron sexsmith. sasha. chemical brothers. buena vista social club. there are a lot more. i want to see metal hearts live. im obsessed with them. i want to see the fiery furnaces live. not at sxsw or any other festival. festivals are food processors for new music. the wishlist? if i could be in THAT moment with certain bands these would be some of them: xtc. joy division. chopin. jeff buckley. los lobos. jellyfish. television. wire. residents. jorge bem. its not comprehensive. nor is it instructive. its my distillation.

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rio

Posted April 23, 2006 at 2:45 pm | #

sufjan’s music is v. good but his pussy little voice kind of pisses me off. why does he have such an aversion to actual singing? he and sarah mclachlan should get together.

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samir

Posted April 25, 2006 at 1:31 am | #

im getting tired of the word pussy as an adjective.
just about as tired of it as i am of it as a noun or verb.

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homunculus

Posted April 27, 2006 at 10:05 pm | #

sufjan is like a horse whisperer, and you, you are the horse (i think we know which end). he whispers to you, in his pussy little voice, and only you understand. only you get it, deep down in your whisper well. he has come, like the messiah he prays to, to heal you of your sin. you fucking sinner!

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samir

Posted April 27, 2006 at 10:51 pm | #

i am without sine. i am the hypotenuse with no right angle. now if i was COsine…

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zahir

Posted April 28, 2006 at 2:24 pm | #

why are you so tired of pussy. is it because you have been buried in it recently? or perhaps you are experiencing a famine of it? hmmm?

seriously, how’s your love life?

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samir

Posted April 28, 2006 at 2:57 pm | #

im going to be studying mechanics of solids from 4-630pm today. then im going to eat dinner at yen ching because jason is buying. then im going back to the geology building to map core samples until 10. then im going home and going to sleep so i can go to long feis in the morning early to pick a picnic table up. hopefully that illustrates how far from love life i am lately.

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