| "It's so hard, living in the devil's playground . . ." |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|06:58 am] |
(I started writing this last night; then got distracted partway through; hope everyone had a Happy Halloween or a sensational Samhain, as the case may be, and yay for a full moon on this particular holiday!)
They’re playing only Halloween appropriate music on the local music show tonight, which says something about the depth of musical talent in such a small area and the inclinations of the local artists, that a few dozen bands can easily fill two hours of music w/one song each given such a theme. And then there’s Gram Rabbit, & to a lesser extent Shawn Mafia, a majority of whose songs would probably be appropriate, and lol, a Shawn Mafia song just came on, The Devil Song, “What you gonna do, whatcha gonna do, sweet darling, when the devil comes looking for you?”; and heh, now a second one, “Death in D Major”)(and lol again, then there was news, and we had a visit from Nipty and Nipster {our names for them, I dunno their real names, but they like to nip, therefore their names}, Patches' two puppies next door [we don't know what happened to Patches; she disappeared in late Spring] who are less than a year old but already as big as Marley, and I had to take them back and put them in their yard, and when I get back, Gram Rabbit, "The Devil's Playground").
Finished reading “The Red Tree” this afternoon, then took a nap for a little over an hour that seemed like several, and woke to the canines barking at something outside and Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love” on the radio, which seemed quite appropriate for what I had been reading. I think I had been dreaming about writing an extended review of the book, and then lay back down and proceeded to keep writing the review in my head once I established there was nothing serious going on w/the dogs, and somehow finished it before the song was over. It’s not a very long song, so I must’ve been really nearly done in my dream, and still half dreaming when I first woke up. This was followed by the song (guessing at the title) “You’re Never There”, which is absurdly appropriate, and two more pre-local music songs (especially apt, ?"All Good Things Come to an End"?, which had me convinced that my state of mind was interpreting everything to be relevant to the book. which is sort of what you might get if you placed a bitingly angry, deeply grieving and deeply depressed lesbian narrator into an updated combination of Algernon Blackwood's "The Willows" and one of Lovecraft's New England stories (gender and orientation noted only due to the male-centricness of those stories--downright sexism in Lovecraft). It's also a ghost story, thought there may or may not be any "real" ghosts in it. Anyway, after my last entry, I figure I owe y'all a cut, plus, I can't really discuss this as I'd like to w/out spoilers. So, be warned, many spoilers ahead. And I no longer remember my dream review, so you'll get something lesser.
( If I could only shed this skin, I might be much more real ) |
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