the room/house i really want to have is hugh grant's in about a boy. because of the cds. that's a dream life really, but we know it was boring, you know the crap. and actually, put the cds anywhere and it'd still be the most amazing room ever. well, for me.
there's something about cds that's almost charming. i know they'll be extinct one day, like dodos extinct; everyone downloads everything from the net now. jesse mccartney is huge in amazon (or itunes whatev) but his latest album doesn't sell. not a fan of his music. just read the news on yahoo! or somewhere which was about exactly this, the end of cds. i'm more a fan of jesse as, what, a thought, maybe an idea. right.
i was saying cds charm me. it's one thing listening to the songs you download that's like knowing the story of a book without having read it. having the actual thing in front of you, there's something there. this is useless. i'm a poor describer of the abstract.
bought four cds today. three were jonis, two would complete the four joni albums i always wanted to have. the other two i got as a christmas present from my friend tetel. i need more tom waits cds. i'm not a huge fan if i only have mule variations.
my first cd ever was jagged little pill. or the unplugged one. that or come on over. i of course grew up and learned one must not write shania twain in one's profiles if one thinks of appearances. which doesn't help at all because in the end when one is essentially unlikable, that's it. nothing changes.
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