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driven by curiousity and an intense need for understanding, I strive to learn and express in every step of the marvelous journey that life is providing

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Wednesday, August 30, 2006
spells

According to my text, "the way we spell a note determines its musical meaning."  Now isn't that a kick in the teeth.  Notes can be designated by many names - the selected name is the spelling of the note.  A C is a B sharp.  So C has a different musical meaning than B sharp.  What will they think of next?

One of the best musical books - books with musical language, something of that nature - is Mann's Dr. Faustus.  Cool words.  Wish I could read German.  Too brutal for singing.

In Strange Interlude - loosely based on the evolution of relationships between O'Neill, Louise Bryant and Jack Reed - includes the thoughts of the characters in indented text.  Of course, this invites an incredible variety of performance variables, all a joy to imagine as the story unfolds in O'Neillian style.  Damn good word man.

I've been hanging out at the bookstore, letting myself become familar to the people who frequent the place.  Book sellers get to know a great deal about us, seeing the books we buy as well as the books we peruse.  I have always enjoyed buying some incrediblely obscure literary gem from a bookseller who understands the value of those words.  Its a rare moment, but always fun.

In high school, I had a crush - one of so many - on a tall germanic blonde working in my bookstore, who always wore her hair up, leaving golden strands in a glimmering cloud over her long neck. 

When I stood up from my seat at the restaurant, twenty people turned to look at me.  Sometimes I want to say "what?" but I know there is no answer.  People are often wondering if I'm a celebrity.  I think my aristocratic aloofness contributes to that aura.  Bob Dylan was overheard recently - they often whisper their guesses to each other.  I'm old, but I'm not Bob old.  I'm Prince old - Madonna old - Robert Smith old. 

John Travolta has become my favorite mistaken identity.  With my curls, most assume I am an aging rock star.  I can be whatever you want me to be . . .

If I can put together the shop I have constructed in my head, resources will flow generously.  I like that idea.  Things are coming together, at least within my view.

enjoy,

M

posted by: Malinov at 14:08 | link | comments (1) |


Comments:
#1  30 August 2006 - 18:16
 
and the question is:
if you were a book, where would you be?

should i file you under law, philosophy, music, psych, romance or the category hasn't been imagines yet?

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