Music

I've been filling out my profile for this blog.

I just did movies, which took awhile and probably isn't complete, and only authors for books instead of actual books, because I have read a lot of books. Though, to be fair, it's been really hard for me to read anything at all lately, which has been rather frustrating. I just get antsy and fidgety. The music I haven't even started on, god I like a lot of bands, and cycle through what I listen to depending on my mood. Right now it is all folk and blues.

Robert Johnson is probably my favourite artist of all time. When I was able to drink, I managed to fit in a few good nights listening to him and downing whiskey, but that was shortly before my drinking days ended.

I just downloaded a fuckton of blues, both women and men, from Demonoid. I also have this great CD set (pirated sadly, if I ever get the money I will buy it,) People Take Warning. Some very old blues and folk. A lot of it is about some very old tragedies. One of the songs I recognised a few lines from from another folk song I knew, and wasn't sure which was recycled from which, but it was interesting how the songs merged from one another.

Blues is great, because it makes me feel pain that isn't mine, (though I have experienced poverty to a degree,) so it's a sort of positive low. That's difficult to understand, I realise. Plus the sound is often record quality, and the voices are rich and I love that. Big Momma Thornton and Ruth Brown are great examples of women with wonderful voices. Ruth Brown didn't originally stick to me, then I had Momma, He Treats Your Daughter Mean stuck in my head all day the next day!

I am having three rolls of film developed in the next few days, mostly very very old pictures. I'll share some if any are worth it.