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 Sufjan Stevens - Come on Feel the Illinois
  The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday
 Nickel Creek - Why Should the Fire Die
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Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Breathe in Breathe Out  I took my ritual walk downstairs today, to the always exciting Australia Square food court, to pick up a small latte with two sugars. I noticed, in the lounge area of the food court, that a TV was playing what looked to me like Passions. Is this just repeats making their way to Australia, or is the show still on? I only remember it because I used to go to the gym, back in good old St. Paul, Minnesota USA and tune into "Days of Our Lives" on the gym's radio station, and every day, as I was wrapping up my workout, the schmalziest song in history began to play...
I would hold the hand of the one who could lead me places And kiss the lips of the one who could sing so sweet. And I would fly on the wings of the bird I knew, it would take me highest. Breathe in, breathe out. You keep me alive. You are the fire burning inside of me. You are my passion for life. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what was happening. It was if the whole thing was written by some Celine Dione worshiping smack addict. While I am glad that Miguel seems to have found work on Desperate Housewives, sometimes worry that I will end up stuck in Tabitha's basement with that horrible little Timmy thing. ....unless the whole show was a dream... Sunset Beach stizz... ...and speaking of Desperate Housewives, it seems as though the pilot was a hit here in Oz. The show received 2.5 million viewers on Monday night, so popular that the pilot was repeated on Tuesday, gaining 1.1 million viewers, half of which had already watched the show the night before. It's like Baby Einstein for adults (without the spooky puppets). Thank you John Shand, for telling it like it is in this morning's Sydney Morning Herald: The flourishing sales that the Australian Idol mob enjoy further stifles the ability of the gifted to reach the audience they deserve. It is like static on the airwaves, creating interference that prevents people from ever discovering that there is such a thing as quality music, rather than merely the soundtrack to a life of eating McDonald's, drinking Coke, wearing badly fitting trousers and never having an original thought. Hopefully his idea of quality music is not represented by the likes of Melbourne retro shclockers Jet.
... Seppo 1:41 pm...
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