blitzmusik

Yeah I keep thinking of stuff and label it “good to write about on redorangeyellow” in my mind…

But you get an entry like this.

An entry which assures you that, in the future, I might write some of these thoughts as soon as they all develop enough. At least I am fully aware these days that my soul works like a film camera: point. shoot. develop… over time. Time, love. Time, love. (Josh Ritter)

[The girl sitting in front of me at Starbucks has skin like a powdered peach and one of those bump noses... How I love those bump noses.]

So far summer for me has been sun, friends, and a blitz of downloading music.

Here’s a thought: what does a face mean? what does a hand mean? what does skin mean? what does blood mean? why do we react to these things? Because they are part of the essence of being alive. To be alive is to be in a body. Me, you, every body. We’re all in bodies. Fascinating! 

["Nothin' like a hot beverage on a.. hot day" says the middle-aged peasant-skirted lady, well a little fancier than peasant, sitting by the window with her friend. Both printed in blunt, bright designs, one leaves on the skirt, one geometric oblongs on the blouse. Blonde and brunette. Glasses up, glasses down.

Meanwhile I'm sitting chin cupped in palm, neon yellow fingernails and fingers curled like an antique comb over my lips, an indie kid waiting for "Nico Sings Chelsea Girls in the Chelsea Hotel" to load on YouTube. It's live!]

I feel that at some point a Nico impression could be useful. I was practicing her voice while biking. Sometimes it hurts to go into the lower register, but the saving point seems to be letting it sound low without letting it drop… into my chest… cavity. I ought to have typed that more confidently. Anuzzah time. Time, love.

[Black Kids - partie trauma - 2008 has finished downloading]

I was also practicing a photograph-worthy smile, I’m practicing flipping on that light switch. I felt strange, because, I realized, it was forming an expressionwith my emotion instead of suppressing. Oh, do we have a ways to go this summer. The summer of rooting, growing, and blossoming! Charge!

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