“I am reading six books at once, the only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same time.” ~ Virginia Woolf (The Letters of Virginia Woolf, Volume 3, 1923-1928)
“If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.” ~ (Albert Einstein, an interview in 1929)
The Maverick (Garrett Flagg) Urban poetry
The Second Sex (Simone de Beauvoir, translation H.M. Parshley)
Number9dream (David M. Mitchell)
The Divided Self – An Existential Study in Sanity & Madness (R.D. Laing)
Blues People (LeRoi Jones – aka Amiri Baraka)
The Rebel (Albert Camus)
The Hobbit (J.R.R. Tolkien)
The Complete Poems (Cesar Vallejo)
Embracing Ourselves (Hal Stone & Sidra Winkelman)
My Pandora and Spotify stations:
🙂 Radio (Audiomachine, string and percussion)
Albannach (angry as hell and not gonna take it anymore)
James Blunt (man angst…)
Love songs (when will I be loved like they love each other…)
A Beautiful Storm (yes, storms can be beautiful)
Josh Groban (that voice, those eyes…)
Celtic Thunder (yes, there is a difference)
Earth (lotsa woodwind)
Lord of the Rings
I Am Woman (all women kick ass)
I Will (kick ass I will stomp all over you)
ll Divo (all male omg! you are beautifully put together)
IZ (because everyone needs to know what’s over the rainbow)
Kenny G (because he really knows how to play that sax and that hair!)
Ludovico Einaudi (all things string, woodwind, brass, percussion)
Raffi (because grandchildren like music too)
Ray LaMontagne (bluesy, raspy Bobby Womack, Joe Cocker and such like)
Requiem For A Dream (aah instrumental percussion stuff)
Santana (Marley, Hendrix and so much more)
Secret Garden (I need a good cry)
Separate Ways (you fuckin idiot, you have no idea what you missed out on!)
Shhh Station (it’s alright, they didn’t really get you anyhow…)
Third Day (lest I forget I’m a sinner and a saint)
Violins (because they always help me cry when I need a good cry and can’t)
Work and Study (mish mosh)
Yellow (look up the emotional meaning of this color)
Yo-Yo Ma (yes, I do cry quite a bit)
I have books and music in my living room, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom.
There are boxes of books in my back hallway, waiting to leave.
They’ve been there for at least a year.
Every once in a while I wonder if there are any I really should be keeping rather than giving away to the local retirement home.
I resist the urge to bring them all back in.
When people leave, I encourage them to use the back door and take a book, or two, or a dozen, here, let me give you a bag.
I have books and music on my i-pad.
I have Pandora on my phone. My phone charger stays with me as the battery wears down quickly because I’m always listening to music.
So you may see me sitting in public charging my phone as I know where all the free outlets are.
I have music cd’s sitting on the floor next to my computer, waiting to be downloaded.
You cannot take a single step into my flat and not know that I like music and books.
Leo Tolstoy, Virginia Woolf, Maya Angelou, Kate Chopin, Rod McKuen, Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Alexander Dumas, Gabor Mate, Edgar Allan Poe, Nikolai Gogol, Louis L’Amour, Sydney Poitier, Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters…
Pandora, YouTube, Vimeo, Spotify, Amazon music…
They have taken up residence in my home, on my phone, in my backpack.
My family complains when I move because the bulk of moving is books, boxes of them.
I try not to move too often.
If I ever relocated, say to Australia, I better have a plan because my books are going with me.
I would ship my books and leave my bed behind.
I believe I can go anywhere in this world and find second hand book stores.
Or free books.
And, usually, where there is a second hand book store, there is music.
This is quite alright with me.
I have been known to pull up a seat on the floor in a bookstore and forget where I am.
If you are with me you can stay or leave me behind, I’m good either way.
I will find my way back eventually.
If someone is reading a book on the bus or in the park, my sense of etiquette flies out the window, I want to know what they’re reading.
I haven’t quite gotten up the guts to ask someone wearing headphones what they’re listening to.
This is probably because I know if my headphones are in my ears, I don’t want to know you, I want to know my music and I assume you feel the same way.
I might snarl at you.
You might snarl at me.
We might snarl at each other.
I do wear my headphones when there’s no music playing because there’s music in my head.
I have started dancing or playing the drums or humming in the oddest places so headphones travel with me everywhere.
Fingertips on a thigh or pencils with erasers make great silent drumsticks.
Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I turn on the bedside lamp and read.
This morning I woke to a sad song in french and I was crying right along with him.
I had to get up and find something to ease the melancholy, Emilie Simon worked quite well.
I live alone.
I do not speak french.
In case you were wondering….
what’s on your list?