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Smed - 2006-04-05 11:35:34
I can't explain it - it's just a feeling. If it feels right to my ears, it stays. I struggled with the mix on Disc 4 because I HAD to throw in "Electric Funeral" (not that EVERYONE needs a Sabbath song, but that one is one of their most interesting, and scary - and not in an Ozzy cartoony way) and it just messed up the balance - it took a different turn, so I totally re-arranged it. Oh, I'd love to hear that mix with you playing on it. My best friend was in a band and gave me a mix of some songs they did, and he cringes at it now. I think that's one of the only tapes I have saved. I can't wait until you lay some tunes on ME! That would be tres cool!
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borogoves - 2006-04-05 11:55:53
that was a lovely entry, harriet, about an old crush and the sweet last days of college. sigh... also, the White Dog is not only still around, but is going strong. on monday night when we were there it was packed. PACKED. they're doing so well that Judy (Wicks, the owner) is continuing to expand the social activism the restaurant does, and has recently instituted a profit-sharing program with the restaurant employees (including waiters!)
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Dr. Geek - 2006-04-05 16:57:16
I have someone like R. lurking in my past. Her name was M. We met my senior year. She was very smart, very attractive, highly unavailable (engaged to a boy back home), a year behind me in school, and the crush of more than one guy I knew at the mostly male engineering school we attended. Still, I was the "good friend" she could turn to... and we occasionally met to work out at the campus weight room and went to a couple good live shows (we missed to see the Black Crowes live in a bar together *sigh*). She was largely out of my mind after graduation when I suddenly got a letter from her out of the blue. She proclaimed that she really missed me now that school had started again, and wondered why we didn't spend more time together. I diplomatically replied that I knew she was very busy that spring of my senior year, but also knew she was hanging out a lot of a certain long haired guitar player in the next dorm. That began a correspondence by mail of a couple years with the occasional meeting in person. I sent her a couple mix tapes, that she evidently greatly enjoyed... that I need to recreate one of these days. Ah yes, the memories.
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