I have been told I should drink the kool-aid. Here is me sipping at the cup.
Ghosts in the Yew >
Have you ever had a song stuck in your head? Something truly insidious, with throw-away-words like "Mazel Tov!" acting as mental glue? You know the one I mean? I apologize if you are not afflicted as well.
“But wait! I know of a cure for what ails you!” the preverbal huckster cries, as the green food coloring makes your hands look gangrous.
No vocals –- music that hits that same part of your brain without implanting another sequence of words attached to the beat your brain loves. SOMETHING COMERCIAL FREE.
“But, sir! Where can we find this miracle cure?”
I get mine at soma fm, a free internet radio station run by a rather gifted fella by the name of Randy Hodge. One of the stations he put together, called Groove Zone, is almost entirely vocal free, and as is the case with everything on soma, there are no commercials. Check it out the next time you are so afflicted.
And don’t forget to drop them a donation. Commercial free is about as cool as it gets.
As a practice, while I am writing I do not read. Mostly because I fear the drift of style I have experienced in the past, but also because there are only so many hours in a day. But the hiadus is now over and I have picked my summer reading list from the rather long list of works that have been recommended to me. I might have to fit in The Name of the Wind or something by Martin or Cook, but Hornblower's turn has come.
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