It's July and I have been thinking for the past few months how to get all the music off my old broken laptop. Without money and without friends who have magic computer skills. Most of my guys friends have that ability and I don't want to be dependent on them for such things. I wonder what my magical skill would be? The ability to asses information to build some elaborate story off of? News making, policy arguments? Oh, I never argue though. I'm way to agreeable.
Anyway after acquiring a 32 GB i-pod touch I found a way to make my ex-computer alive and steal nearly all the music I needed that I haven't listened to in the past 6 months. I was most looking forward to grabbing all my acquired Neil Young and Bob Dylan albums... but as I listen to them while packing, heading for Portland, I've become sad. Digging through old boxes trying to rid myself of paperwork I kept and old notebooks I spent months filling. I read over my red book from last summer and there was a sad evaluation of the song "Vampire Blues" I suppose I was going to share it on air with my listeners but never got around to it. I wrote it on the 4Th of July. Why can Neil make me feel things, all over again, that I had so easily hid away in myself?
I'm not sure but I'm nor happy or sad just impacted by scenes.
