dreamshark

Music Meme, Day 24

A song that gets stuck in your head:

This one is ever-changing for me, as I imagine it is for other people. A song that you wake up with in your head one day, one that lilts or churns or waltzes through your head throughout that day may give way the next morning to something completely different, but equally mesmerizing. As someone who wakes up and goes to sleep with music, I think that's a wonderful thing.

There are dangers. If you're unlucky enough to get some song or other piece of music that you can't stand it could drive you spare. Bob told me once that he had that happen to him when he was much younger. He wasn't able to get it out of his head for days. I was about to say that I wouldn't wish that on an enemy, but actually, that would be an exquisitely nasty thing for a nasty enough enemy.

But in general, if you're like me, the songs that get stuck in your head are pieces where the music, or the words, or some combination of both are positive things.

So here are two songs that almost always remain in my mind long after their notes have faded.

I love music and words that combine to become aurally hypnotic. REM's "Maps and Legends" does that for me. "Maybe these maps and legends have been misunderstood." The descant that Mike Mills sings behind Michael Stipe's strange and only partially understandable (in both senses of the word) lyrics are what I wish I could have sung as a backup singer. They are borderline ecstatic, a word I've used more than once this week.

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Here's a link to my last entry, which will, if you're patient enough, lead you to all my previous entries.

But I do have one more song that I replay in my head repeatedly on some days: It's "LLM," a song written and sung by Hwa Sa, a KPop singer whose voice sometimes makes me feel as if it can hurt and heal at the same time. She's doesn't fit the Korean image of demure femininity and she's perfectly fine with that. I like her songwriting, and one of her most recent songs, "Good Goodbye" is another favorite of mine. But "LLM" is the one that stays with me. To a small extent, it's the beautiful, disturbing, and eventually hopeful music video. But ultimately, it's her voice and the melody that keeps it in my head.

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Current Mood: contemplative
Current Location: the home office

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mdlbear

Not a bad week. Home from the US Sunday noonish (was not keeping careful track, because at that point I'd been more than 24 hours without sleep). Predictably, sleeping better (or at least longer) than usual all week. Walks 6 days out of 7, plus bonus st/roll with N and (new scooter)Gizmo on Wednesday.

Gizmo is heavier than Lizzy, and doesn't fold as well, but he's more than twice as fast. N went and bought a helmet -- purple with flowers. Her name is Kore, which is "Colleen" translated from Irish to Greek. Lizzy is still in the shop - no telling when she'll be back. Yes, we name a lot of our stuff.

N and I have been checking out book marketers. A bit expensive, but we want to do a good launch for her next one, and need someone who knows what they're doing.

Linkies: 41-Year-Old Woman Celebrates One Year With Her AI Octopus Boyfriend and Says She’s “Fully Satisfied”

( Notes & links, as usual )

Current Mood: not bad
Current Location: Schildhaven in Den Haag
Current Music: Not enough

kaffy_r

Mice. More Mice, Damnit.

The headline says it all.

I got up at 5:15 a.m. in order to watch the first BTS concert since all seven of the members got out of the military. Their last concert was four years ago, and they played this free event at Gwanghwamun Square in central Seoul, which is seen as the city's spiritual heart and most prominent gathering space. Thousands of fans watched in person, and millions more watched via Netflix, which is what I did.

The concert was short, just an hour long; they performed every song on their new album "Arirang" and about four of their earlier most popular songs. They really are a mesmerizing group to watch in full flight, although I was forced to wonder about bad omens; their leader, Kim Nam Joon (stage name RM) badly hurt an ankle during rehearsals, and had to spend much of the concert performing on a stool.

ARMY didn't mind, and perhaps the joy I saw reflected in the faces of fans watching did, as the young men told those fans, power everything that was happening on stage. With that kind of support, perhaps an injured ankle will be of little import.

I enjoyed the concert and was about to get up and get my second cup of coffee when I discovered that, having successfully mouse-proofed the south larder closet in our office, the little ~~monsters~~ fellas had decided that they could come in from the north side larder, closest to our furnace room (which isn't really a room, it's a tiny closet where the furnace is placed, but we call it a room, so there you go).

How do I know? Carter, who's been acting very "I know there are mousies there" for the past day or so, abruptly tried to push his head under the base of one of the northern larders shelving units. As I prepared to look under the shelving unit myself, a tiny grey blur shot out between Carter and me, and disappeared somewhere in the wilds of the office, or perhaps out the office door and into the rest of the house.

At this point, after the initial confrontation, during which I shrieked almost loud and high enough to crack glass, all I could do was shake my head and laugh. Just a tiny laugh, mind you, but what else could I do? Beyond the inevitable cleaning job, I mean.

It's frustrating. Nearly every foodstuff we have in both the north and south larders has been stored in hard plastic bins now, but they will apparently try to feast on anything I hadn't yet gotten into said bins. They also tried to feed on the plastic surrounding some artwork that's in the north larder because there's no room for them elsewhere.

They haven't made too much of a mess, so I can only assume they just discovered the new route over the past couple of days. Cue tremendous sighs, and a wish that I could wave a wand and keep them out for good. I keep a clean place, people, and yet here they are.

By the end of today, Bob and I had visited one of our favorite hardware stores to get mouse shield foam and yet more steel wool. We've been there so often, at least a few of cashiers can kibbutz with us as they ring us up.

While I was out getting some more plastic storage containers at yet another of our favorite hardware stores, Bob deployed the foam and steel wool all around the furnace, after I'd vacuumed out far too much dust in the cubby. I really do keep a clean house; the problem is that I forget about the furnace cubby. So at least I can thank the mice for reminding me that I need to regularly vacuum around the furnace.

Positivity, that's the name of the game.

But I'm still looking around for that little grey blur; I just know he or she is lurking somewhere, preparing to scare the living bejesus out of me again.

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: the home office
Current Music: DPR Ian"Peanut Butter and Tears"

pegkerr

There is an archaic Scottish term that I have become rather fond of as of late: "hurkle durkling," which refers to the practice of lingering in bed, long past the hour that one should be getting up and busy with daily affairs.

This past weekend, the Twin Cities experienced a snowstorm. I ran errands and went to the grocery store (what a madhouse) on Saturday.

On Sunday, everything was cancelled. The newspaper was cancelled. Church was cancelled. All the stores were closed. The day involved some serious lounging about. I did eventually get out and shovel the front and back walk. I had a kind neighbor who took his snowblower to my driveway and the sidewalk in front of the house, however, so I managed to avoid the worst of the chore.

The snow wasn't as deep as some of the weather predictions had speculated it might be, but it was enough to grind the city to a halt. And it turned out that I didn't mind. A quiet descended over everything: call it winter's last hurrah.

Yes, indeed: I found that I really didn't mind a bit.

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Hurkle Durkling

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Current Mood: peaceful

lydamorehouse

Once again, I have failed to post anything beyond once a week. Ugh, I suck. Sorry, everyone!

To be fair to me, Ramadan has only just ended (happy Eid to those of you celebrating today). Ramadan has meant several late nights for me, as I've been doing anti-ICE patrols--though one of my groups actually had people patroling in the wee hours of the morning--like, 3:00 am! I wish I were the sort of person who could have done that? I bet the Dispatch calls were fascinating. And, maybe it would have inspired a vampire story or two, who knows?

Part of me will miss this. In particular, I will miss the Night Owls.

The Night Owls (which actually start at the fully normal hour of 8 pm) are an interesting group. It's a group resistance Signal call for anyone up and about until dawn, no matter where they are located. So, I've had people on with me that were coming in from exo-suburbs and even nearby small towns.

The culture of a lot of the Signal calls is that commuters and stationary/foot/bicycle patrolers say pretty quiet and only turn their mics on to do a plate check. This varies from community to community, of course, with some dispatchers encouraging more back and forth or doing round-robin check-ins. It really depends on who your "Guy/Gal/Enby in a Chair" is. There's things specific to specific groups too? My hyper-local community always signs-off with "Have a great night, Fuck ICE" in the same sort of casual tone you might tell a partner "Love ya!" before hanging up. I joke that I can always tell people from my area when they show up on the larger calls because they still do this even when its not the culture of the call? Other dispatchers sound a little thrown to hear folks from my neck of the woods just casually signing off with a happy little swear. There are also cool acronyms that I'm not fully privvy to, like some folks from the other side of the river apparently say: SSFI for Stay Safe, Fuck ICE. I tried to say that today since there are lot of little ears around the mosque during Eid, but my dyslexia was like... UH GO SLOW... so totally outed myself as NOT one of the cool kids, after all. :-)

But the Night Owls are their own special crew. Their chat is actually vetted, but the call is open to anyone commuting, etc., late night. Once daylight savings time hit, my stationary patrols started at 8:30 pm so I joined the Night Owls. The Night Owl folks are just chattier? Largely, I think because it is often the same crew--people who do the late shift UberEats or whatever other driving gigs they might have.... people who are just up all night. They will talk about their favorite energy drinks or talk about the usefulness of jumper cables or sometimes even awkwardly attempt to flirt over Signal voice chat. Ocassionaly, someone will break in with a startled, "Y'all, I just saw the world's biggest rat run across west 7th! And I used to live in Mumbai!" There was a whole discussion that spanned several nights about the ICE agents on Grindr (a gay dating app).

I got invested, you know?

These people became some Real Life version of my own personal soap opera. I am going to admit that I have clearly formed some parasocial relationships with certain code names.

That being said, they were really there for me when I needed it. There was an incident that I haven't blogged about a couple of Wednesdays back where my plate check came back hot, or shall we say VERY COLD, possibly even icy if you get my drift. I was stationary (on foot), alone, and dispatch very kindly asked me if I wanted a drive-by from one of the other commuters in the area. This icy vehicle was also stationary? We had clocked each other? Like, they were parked and the three of us had made eye contact. So, my voice jumped an octave higer than I intended and I was like, "Uh, yeah, I would not hate that, dispatch. Thank you!"

Y'all, within MINUTES rescue arrived.

Rescue was a gender fluid person on bicycle patrol. This fully bearded, beautiful human being rolled up in 10 F/ -12 C degree weather in a skirt and Wicked Witch of the West striped tights. They had a high-powered telephoto lens camera with them and, I kid you not, the sight me--this tiny, fat lesbian on a phone--and this amazing person arriving on a bicycle caused my icy van to decide THE THREAT WAS TOO BIG (which, honestly, was the most ICE-like move they made). They fled. I reported that my sus van was on the move to dispatch and I could hear commuters everywhere leaping into action. I am sure my sus van had a tail before they turned on to the next biggest throughfare.

When I had to sign out, I heard the Night Owls making sure someone would continue to swing by to keep an eye on the mosque. I was so thrown by this experience that I didn't remember to text our contact inside the mosque until I got home, but I only live minutes away, so they got the word out for people to be extra careful that evening, too. I don't know, of course, for sure the folks we chased off were who we were afraid they might be, but I'm just as happy to have freaked out any other potential bad actors, you know? I swear that right now, in the Twin Cities, you do not want to be a "local, independent pharmaceutical entrepreneur" because some commuter has eyes on your business!

So, I think this is why I feel kind of connected. Like, these are my comrades in arms (or by phone, as in the case of the Minnesota Resistance).

Happy Eid, but good-bye my dear Night Owls! SSFI*!

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I'll still be doing rapid-response work, but probably no longer at night.

mdlbear

Today I am thankful for...

Colleen, whose birthday was Monday. We had about fifty years together, and most of that time was good. Even the bad times taught me a lot.
My kids, and a chance to sit down with them and eat ramen for lunch. NO thanks to the sushi place that was closed for the afternoon because of a little snow. In Seattle?! Come on!
J, M, et. al., who gave me a place to stay last week. Also, being able to sleep in unfamiliar places. Also, CPAP.
Whales.
Translation software built into browsers and phones. And flashlights built into phones. One less thing to carry.

Current Mood: grateful
Current Location: Schildhaven in Den Haag

kaffy_r

Music Meme, Day 23

A song with a color in the title:

I knew almost immediately what song I wanted to share to fulfill this requirement. Cassandra Wilson's "Blue Lights 'til Dawn." Her lovely, throaty contralto makes this song particularly sensual. The loping rhythm is just right and the band backing her does her proud.

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As is usually the case with me, I remembered another song with a different type of fascination: REM's "Green Grow the Rushes," from their amazing album "Maps and Legends." I've heard that the band had a complicated, somewhat ambivalent relationship with the album, although I can't find what I recall was the story where I read that. Perhaps it's just a fable ... anyhow, I used to play the entire album almost every day on my way to work. I was hypnotized by the single "Maps and Legends" and sometimes played it on repeat. "Green Grow the Rushes" was another song that felt like the world Stipe wrote and sang about was taking a breath, getting ready for the rest of this Southern Gothic masterpiece of an album.

So here in its hypnotically resplendent Southern Gothic glory is "Green Grow the Rushes."

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Here is a link to my last post, which in turn holds links to previous entries.

Current Mood: sore
Current Location: the living room
Current Music: REM, Green Grow the Rushes

dreamshark

The news feeds on my phone keep talking about the ongoing blizzard in the midwest "including Wisconsin and Minnesota." Maybe out west somewhere? In Minneapolis today (Monday) it is a beautiful winter day of the sort we have had way too few of this year. The sky is blue, the air is still, and sunlight is glinting off pure white snow.

But at least half of the snow that fell on Saturday and Sunday is gone already, which is odd considering that the temps are in the teens. The snowplows had already cleared our side of the street by the time I got up. I re-shoveled the carriage way to the street that the snowplow had filled up and moved the car back to the even side. Then I went out back and finished shoveling the back stairs and a path to the parking pad where we'd put the van. There was only about 5" of snow on top, and most of the snow had already melted off the windows on the south side. The alley is already plowed, so we could actually take the van out if we wanted to. But the streets still have a treacherous bed of ice under the snow, so I'd rather not.
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Note: I haven't had more than a short nap in over 36 hours. So this is going to be a really short and possibly incoherent post.

The main thing this week was my (short) trip to the US -- first solo transatlantic flight. Far easier than I'd been afraid it would be. The bank errands didn;t get run, but I got to the Wednesday grief group gathering in Third Place Commans, got my driver's license renewed (and had a nice long chat with MG from the Tuesday group, while she drove me down to the DOL in Tukwilla), and had lunch with my kids on my (79th) birthday. The sushi place was closed, but we went next door and had ramen and pork buns.

I took Lilac, and got everything done that needed to be done, but it was a struggle. Some scattered commentary below. There are links below but you'll have to dig them out yourself -- I'm going to bed. With my cats.

( Notes & links, as usual )

Current Mood: don't know. mostly underslept
Current Location: Schildhaven in Den Haag
Current Music: earworms from watching Fantasia on the plane

sraun posting in

mnstf

David Dyer-Bennet
Hershey Harris
Linda Lounsbury
Scott Raun
Matt Strait

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Happy Saturday!

I'm going to be doing a little maintenance today. It will likely cause a tiny interruption of service (specifically for www.dreamwidth.org) on the order of 2-3 minutes while some settings propagate. If you're on a journal page, that should still work throughout!

If it doesn't work, the rollback plan is pretty quick, I'm just toggling a setting on how traffic gets to the site. I'll update this post if something goes wrong, but don't anticipate any interruption to be longer than 10 minutes even in a rollback situation.

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Today is my 79th birthday. I am thankful for...

Making it this far, alive and I suppose about as well as can be expected, for someone who doesn't really take good care of themself.
An uneventful flight to the US, without any of the problems at the border that I was worried about. NO thanks for apparently-current-limited back-of-seat power sockets.
Having remembered to bring extra-absorbent paper underwear. NO thanks for forgetting toenail clippers and a multitool, among other things.
Uber, Lyft, and Crown Limo.
A ride to my DOL (Department of Licensing) appointment, with good conversation.

NO thanks for mid-March snow -- isn't it almost spring now?

Current Mood: grateful
Current Location: just off Lake City
Current Music: the Mongol birthday song, of course

sraun posting in

mnstf

After the mail delivery for Friday, 13 March, I have ballots from the following people:

Andra St. Arnauld
Bill Christ
Clay Harris
Drew Jensen
Edison Jensen
Gary Lynch
Hershey Harris
Katie Clapham
Lisa Freitag
Matt Strait
Scott Raun
Stacey Strait
Thorin N. Tatge

This feels low as compared to previous years.

We will not start counting ballots until after the mail delivery tomorrow.

If you mailed your ballot and you are NOT on this list, you might want to consider arranging to get a ballot to me using an alternate means.

You can download and print a ballot from https://mnstf.org/ballot/ballot2026.pdf

I can produce extra ballots and have plenty of envelopes if anyone wants to fill one out at the meeting tomorrow.

pegkerr

As I have referred to obliquely before, I am Doing Something with regard to the events in Minneapolis/St. Paul.

Signal

I was pulled in as a volunteer, oh, perhaps a month and a half ago. I was asked to set up the project, and despite my genuine nervousness at the responsibility I was handed, I did. I analyzed what needed to get done, wrote documentation to describe the process, and handled it alone for three days. Then more volunteers were added, and I was asked to train them. Then the team was doubled again, and I had to train them, too, and incorporate them into the team. Then I had to set up a couple of subteams, hold standup meetings, and start thinking about process, team building, donor relations, technological security, resource sharing, and budget.

Rather to my astonishment, now that I have retired, I have become for the first time in my career, no kidding, an actual manager, overseeing a team of ten people.

Over the last week, things have ratcheted up, and the phrase "It's like herding cats" has definitely floated across my mind.

I've been told I'm rather good at it. But it's a bit daunting. I'm definitely spending more hours at it than I spent at my job at the Synod.

Wow. I'm an actual manager. Who knew?

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Current Mood: accomplished

laramie

Love this. Back when i had a house in south Minneapolis, there was a little porch outside my bedroom where I could go out among the treetops when the weather was congenial. I liked to practice singing there with my mandolin. I'm no great musician, but that wasn't necessary for my audience of the birds and squirrels that would venture close to me while I made music. It's enough to share a sense of commonality -- not necessarily common humanity -- but a commonality of hearts living in a world where wind blows through trees and rain falls into streams -- where the world itself makes a music we all share.

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lydamorehouse

I keep intending to be better than a once-a-week blogger, but here we are on another Wednesday.

What am I doing with my life? Still much the same. I've added A-Ihsan mosque to the places I patrol, since, as discussed in previous posts, things drag on relentessly and so we are losing more and more volunteers. Very reasonably? As I told the folks at the Food Communists the other day, the only reason I'm still here is because I don't have a life to get back to!

I did intend to tell you all the story of the day I was stalked by a drone as I watched over school children getting off buses.

a distant shot, but clearly a drone

Image: A distant and blurry shot, but very clearly a drone.

It was maybe last Tuesday? But some time last week, I was at my usual spot waiting for the several buses that stop near my location to do their thing, when I noticed a drone buzzing around. I alerted dispatch and promised to try to get film or a still picture. Friends? I have now learned that it's a good thing that the resistance did not need me to be its archivist. This was the BEST shot I got despite the fact that at one point it hovered directly in front of me for several long seconds. Did I hit record? I thought I did! Instead, I was just pointing my phone at it. I now know that while I do have the presence of mind and wherewithal to have my camera pointed mostly in the right direction, I am, in fact, much more likely to take crystal clear video of the sidewalk than the clear and present threat. Sheesh.

In fact, I initally thought that all I got a picture of was something that looked like I took a picture of the sun. Luckily, I found this picture with a tiny dot on it that, once enlarged (like the picture above), you can clearly make out the shape of the drone.

Do I think it was ICE or the cops?

I can't say for sure.

There are hobbiests out there with a poor sense of where to fly these things, but the reason I stand at the corner I do is because there is a very large concentration of Somali families that live in the nearby apartments.Also? That moment it chose to drop low and hover directly above and slightly in front of me was weird. I can't explain it, but it definitely exuded threat. Maybe it was a hobbiest trying to make sure I got a good look and thus would know that it was NOT a threat, but it "stared" at me until I waved. Then it finally flew off, like it wanted me to know that we saw each other.

Our various rapid response groups try to keep track of drones, because people think they see a lot of drones--though usually at night. I am pretty confident that I can spot the difference between an airplane, a helicopter, and a drone even at night, but, when it's just lights in the dark, I wouldn't swear to it. This was broad daylight, and there is no mistaking this for anything else. My picture isn't great, but it's a picture of a drone. Who it belongs to? Uncertain. But it was in a vulnerable neighborhood and spent a lot of time circling me and the school bus drop-off area.

Otherwise, despite a few lulls and the Food Communists trying to figure out a sustainable schedule that doesn't exhaust its volunteers or its funds, I still spend an hour or two packing groceries pretty much every day that they're open and in operation. Food is still flying out the door. Food insecurity is real? But, also there are plenty of people who are still trying to recover from Metro Surge, wages lost because of it, etc.

I did manage to read a couple of things, though! Shawn needed me to go to the library pick up some Minnesota-centric cookbooks to be donated to the history center and, since I was there, I decided to peruse the manga section. I brought a bunch home. But, in the last couple of days I read A Man Who Defies the World of BL by Konkici (Volume 1) and My Oh My, Atami-kun by Tanuma Asa. Both are lightly humorous, the first largely being a send-up of all the yaoi tropes. I actually like My Oh My, Atami-kun better because... well, largely because I'm a tough sell on comedy, generally, and part of me felt like A Man Who Defies the World of BL was asking me to lean into the supposed hilarity of trying to avoid catching Teh Gay and so it ended up feeling a touch homophobic. This sense was made worse by watching the first episode of the live-action TV show by the same name. My Oh My, Atami-kun also plays into the stereotypes a bit, by having Atami being the kind of gay who is constantly falling in love at first sight. But, there's a lot more found family stuff that's taken very seriously and some really great straight + gay friendships that are continuing throughout (I read the first volume that I got from the library and then immediately tracked down everything that's on the pirate sites. Whcih, shame on me, but I liked it that much.)

My Thirsty Sword Lesbians game ended up being canceleld for the second time in as many months, but people were sick and some were travelling and had thought they could videocall in, but couldn't after all. Alas!

So, that's me. I'm just keepin' on keepin' on in the resistance and life. How's by you?

kaffy_r

Music Meme, Day 22

A song with a long title

It's late, and I'm tired, but I couldn't resist the hunt for a song that had a long title (and Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious doesn't count). My brain is better wired for short titles, although I've more than occasionally indulged in long titles for my stories, so figuring out music that met this requirement took a bit of thought.

The first one I settled on, REM's "How The West Was Won and Where It Got Us" didn't feel right to me, although I love the album it's on, "New Adventures In HI-Fi"

Richard Thompson's "1952 Vincent Black Lightning" was nowhere near as long, but I think it fits my particular bill.

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Then again, I feel rather odd this evening - must be the extreme weather outside earlier this evening, so I just wanted to share this. It isn't a song, nor does it have a lengthy title, or at least not as lengthy as other classical symphonies have, but in my tired mind, it fits the bill again. I have no idea why.

Perhaps I can say that, while the title of this isn't long, the piece itself is satisfactorily un-short. I used to love putting this on on Sunday mornings back when I was younger, and listening to it again might be in my future as well.

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Earlier entries can be found in yesterday's post. I'd include a link, but either my laptop or Dreamwidth isn't allowing me to do so.

Current Mood: odd
Current Location: the home office
Current Music: Henryk Górecki, "Symphony No. 3, Op 36"

kaffy_r

Music Meme, Day 21

A song that you listen to at 3 a.m. in the morning

I decided to get back in the music meme game after

owlboy picked up the exercise and commented that they got the idea from me. And of course, Day 21 asks me to share a song that I listen to in the wee small hours. There are at least a couple of problems with that. First, I rarely stay awake past 10 p.m. these days because I am older than the solar system. Secondly, on those extremely rare occasions when I think about being awake at that time, I find myself imagining walking outside and listening to the relative silence of Chicago at 3 a.m. Much as I love music, walking outside at that time of day calls for silence.

So what music could I possibly show you? I couldn't think of anything at all for a while.

My first choice isn't one piece; it's a rotating number of somewhat-more-than-ambient pieces (I think there are somewhere between five and 10 pieces) by the owner of a YouTube radio station, Cyber Jazz/Blues Ambient Radio (which I talked about in an earlier post). Its music has what is clearly a deliberate nod to the original Blade Runner movie, with titles such as "Deckard's Blues" and "Rachael". It shares both feeling and sound with the movie's soundtrack, although it's a lot more limited. I find it very soothing, and it feels like nighttime music or, at the least, music for nights of rain glinting off neon illuminated streets. And in that world, one could walk through the rain at 3 a.m. and this music would be appropriate.

Here is the link to that station.

But there are other 3 a.m. songs. Although I'm not generally a fan of Frank Sinatra, I reluctantly admit that his rendition of this song is better than that of the crooner I like better, Tony Bennett.

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Still, Cyber Jazz/Blues feels closer to what I would listen to at 3 a.m.

My previous entries in this meme can be sussed out via my Day 20 entry.

Current Mood: calm
Current Location: the home office
Current Music: Cyber Jazz/Blues Ambient Radio

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