September 16, 2011
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Hello. Yeah, it's been a while. Not much, how 'bout you? I'm not sure why I called; I guess I just really wanted to talk to you...
There's a Piece of Flair on Facebook that says, "Be careful what you say; it may remind me of a song that needs to be sung." Yes, I added it to my Flair Board.
In the same way that Mary Stewart can always pull two or four lines from classic literature to introduce each chapter of her books, I can find a song to go with nearly every conversation. (Hey, you can jump to your own conclusions about the difference in our intellectual levels, but there it is.)
I don't listen to the radio anymore. Mostly because it's broken, but also because all the songs I love are already in my MP3 collection. (Or on Pandora.) I realize, of course, that this makes me Old. Oh well.
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I like you. And you verbalize quirks we share very well. That's all.
I listen to talkback radio at night and early morning when in bed. Does that make me old?
This was meant as an introduction to a long, rambling commentary about music in general. This is as far as I got.
Oh, well.
@katrinaenator - *smile*
@Rabbits_Nest - Old people are often the very best sort.
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