yeah, sealions. Sorry to hear that. As for real, I'm not real
clear on the meaning. My doctor and I have widely divergent views
on the subject, and the preacher and I are orbits apart. But, yeah,
I like jazz. It's a phasial thing, there was a summer in LA when I
took off and wrote for the summer, sitting on the front porch with the
windows and door open and the jazz station playing. They had a
terrific instrumental station there at the time. Then a club in S.F.
that I liked to go to, it's gone now. It was on 5th near Howard, I
think. I did the classical thing when I was dancing nights in a c/w
bar and working by day at a coffee store. After nights on end of the
same-ol-same-ol manic/depressive c/w love cycle, it was a treat to go
in the store and turn it to classical. No talk, just music.
I've got real audio loaded and use it on occasion. Mostly to listen
to Pearl Jam's "Black" over and over. A switch to jazz might keep
me off the drugs. ::grin:: |
