Sunday, May 17, 2009

laid

i listened to james laid. i havent had a listen in several years. i still like it. still remember all the words. sometimes i try to use the music to put me in the same frame of mind i had back then, to try to capture some if the emotion but it is hard. to try to recapture an emotion. it is a sudden fleeting thing when i do and the harder i try to hang on the quiker it goes. i am not sure why i am even trying. maybe just to remember. who i was, to see how i have changed. who knows.
but it reminds me of rainy summer nights and lightning and my first apartment. it makes me feel a bit meloncholy in a way. i am an old lady.
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  1. eleMay 17, 2009 at 11:05 PM

    yeah, that album is still udderly beaut to me. the first track i listened to over and over again when i was in the hospital when my footie got randed over. it's still somehow nice to take a moment and be melancholy, and travel back to those days and try to recapture an emotion. i'd like to think that that person is still in there. it's a structural foundation of who i am now.... those were really glorious times, and i wouldn't trade them for anything...

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  2. J.May 18, 2009 at 9:42 PM

    Sometimes I go back and can capture that feeling for a little while and it can be intense, but then I try to enjoy the moment I'm currently in and realize the freshness of moving forward, create a new place in time. It's more conscious now.

    con⋅scious
      /ˈkɒnʃəs/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [kon-shuhs]

    –adjective
    1. aware of one's own existence, sensations, thoughts, surroundings, etc.

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  3. AnonymousMay 19, 2009 at 5:03 PM

    When I need a time trip, I usually throw in the first throwing muses album, although a lot of the songs have gone away and left me here. It's interesting to look back on those days...it reminds me of writing letters to BF in La Crosse when I first moved to Madison. It also reminds me of going to Florida. What a weird bunch of memories...cause then I remember J. finding that HUGE bug in the shower on our last day there.

    I live too much in the past and not enough in the present.

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