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TonePoet77
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Name: Dusty
State: Indiana
Metro: Plainfield
Gender: Male
Interests: Good Music. Good Books. Good Lovin' courtesy of a Good Woman. Being a media whore. Thwarting Rob Chamness. Good Grammar. Poor Spelling - but not as poor as R.V.C.
Expertise: Writing. Playing the guitar. Singing. Doing those things that drive you crazy - in a good way.
Occupation: Marketing
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Meta4one
Member Since:
5/12/2004
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| What would happen if my blog suddenly became...A MUSIC BLOG? (just for a little while)
So, I'm getting kind of bored with blogging. And, after having a few music-oriented convo's with Syka this past weekend, and having visited Nude as the News today to see their latest reviews of BloodSugarSexMagik and SuperUnknown (they don't update nearly enough, but it still is a good site for music reviews...), and after long ago writing about Pearl Jam's Vitalogy in a personal way that made Pat giddy, and with my current obsession with all things music-blog...
Maybe it is time to review some records from my youth, eh?
I passed the idea by Jessyka that I have thought about writing a book that was really just a memoir of my life in the form of reviews of the albums that I was listening to at certain times.
Make Yourself by Incubus = freshman year of college, driving up to Purdue U. to see my high school sweetheart...
Seki's The Last Song Before the Battle and Wounded Knee = the soundtrack to my first (and pretty much only) college crush...
Synchronicity = my first year living by myself in a new house...
Bleed American by Jimmy Eat World = that summer with Jess, Cory, and the Comfortzone Coffeehouse...
No Code by Pearl Jam = the soundtrack to a failed engagement...
These would merely be chapters. It's a book I'd like to write. Maybe I'll start it here.
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| Uh, my girl, I guess...
The Favorite Friend
79% Sexy-Cute, 70% Dark-Light, 42% Artsy-Stylish |
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Cute, Light, and neither Artsy nor Stylish, she's that friend we've all had. The great girl. The one we've been friends with since the third grade. The one who laughs at our jokes and sends funny text messages. The one with whom we secretly, desperately want to crawl under the covers and spend the next eighteen hours naked.
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 98% on Sexy-Cute |
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You scored higher than 90% on Dark-Light |
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You scored higher than 29% on Artsy-Stylish | |
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| "I am lost, I'm no guide, but I am by your side..."A few thoughts of note today...
I'm sort of getting over Xanga. Not many friends post anymore, and not many leave comments. I like to play on Myspace much more, if you're interested: Me on Myspace.
You should check out a music blog called "I Am Fuel, You Are Friends," or, as we in the know like to call it, FUEL. So much good music...
Lastly, the above website's title comes from a Pearl Jam song, "Leash." They played it in Cinci and I was a happy camper indeed. I love the lyrics, and they, like so many Pearl Jam songs, seem to speak of my life, and the thoughts that dance in my head.
Troubled souls unite, we got ourselves tonight
I am fuel, you are friends, we got the means to make amends
I am lost, I'm no guide, but I'm by your side
I am right by your side...
Will myself to find a home, a home within myself
We will find a way, we will find our place
Drop the leash, drop the leash...
Delight, delight, delight in our youth... | | |
| Delight In Your Youth!!!I know you all wanted to know, so I'll tell you my secret...
The Pearl Jam show ROCKED HARD.
Bob Pollard from GBV opened, twas quite nice. Pearl Jam opened with "Long Road" and then just took off like mad, playing quite a few energetic songs early, and kept with that pace most of the show.
They played "Unemployable" and "Inside Job," my favorties off the new album, so I was pleased in that respect. Oh, but it was much better than that. I don't want to bore you too much... but they did play "Leash," which they haven't played on tour for a good while (since 1994), and it was quite amazing, the one song I'd pray to hear actually, and it was worth every second. The closed with The Who's "Baba O'Riley," and included Mr. Pollard. It rocked quite a bit, even if the house threw on the lights before they got started. It didn't matter - they rocked out.
It was an enjoyable weekend all around with Jess-Y, as she's been called in the hood (and by Linford, for that matter), and we got to see her father, she got to go to her friend's baby shower, and we visited Pat in Cleveland - and we didn't return his suit. All part of my diabolical plan to forget... well... everything!
Today, though, it was back to work... and I am busy and exhausted.
But Pearl Jam rocks. And that is a good thing, something you can set your watch by.
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| A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words...
Ooops... wrong photo... let's try this one, shall we?
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