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Right now I am lying on my hotel bed, window open, listening to the city intersection six floors below (with amusement when it peakhour gridlocks, and everyone breaks out their mighty car-horns to solve it). I can hear traffic, people, the buzz of pedestrian lights, ans muffled music from either the pool hall across the road, the cafe-bar on the opposite corner, or the other bar around the corner (or maybe it's from one of the many other places and eateries around - it's hard to tell).
The city is noisy! I'd forgotten. The window closed would block it out but... it has its pleasant aspects, at least while I'm not watching crap on telly.
Today I bought a kilo of CDmusic (or thereabouts). Remembering that I am not one to give a flying fark about what people might think of my own taste in music, nor those who consider such taste as defining me as a person (I reach stratospheric realms of don't-give-a-farkery rarely reached by those with a pulse), I present to you the contents of my purchase:
Rufus Wainwright - Want One
Spice Girls - Greatest Hits (don't go there, girlfriend!)
Kate Miller Heidke - Little Eve
Elton John - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
The Decemberists - The Crane Wife
Harry Nilsson - Nilsson Schmilsson
Madness - The Liberty of Norton Folgate
Soundtrack - Across The Universe
Rufus Wainwright - Milwaukee At Last!!! (with bonus DVD)
About half of these were a direct result of posts by some of you folk (who knew Zelda was such a massive Spice Girls fan, hey?).
I found the latest Peter Fox CD but, being a "special import" they wanted AUS$52 for it. Bugger that - I'll have to check out some European (German perhaps?) websites and hope they have an "English" button.
The horn section down below has started up again. Amusing.
I do miss the blue-green, warm peace of home, but if I'm going to be away, then I don't want a poor facsimile - this roaring orchestra of angry-light-and-sound cityscape is a satisfactory alternative. By tomorrow night I'll be craving Loved company, the calming swell of clear sea, the gentle chatter of birdlife, and the green-under-bluest-blue of a Noosa life.
Time for 2-minute noodles and some telly. Obligation-free rest & relexation, with a chance of reading to round it out.
Tomorrow...photography (iphonography most likely).
Cheers,
Marc
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