Satellite
Even with all the means of getting and finding music...these days...I still miss the radio phenom. or maybe I just miss youth. and new experiences.
I still cope with my headphones on. I used to lay down beside my mom's big console stereo..for as much time as I could before someone would have to bust my joy and say, "jen..what are you listening to? what are you doing lieing on the floor like that?"
forgetting that you exist. giving my feelings thoughts ideas emotions imagination flight. Im being young. Im shooting music into my proverbial soul veins. so I can survive this.
I secerely wanted to play bass and drums. My mom later admitted that she was heavily into anything related to percussion when she was growing up.
I was told once by a psychic that I have an ancient soul. I dont know about that...because I feel very immature. But she said. I was a medicine woman....a witch-doctor...and a healer...all throughout my soul's journies. So. Im a tribal soul trapped in a white girl's body. I should have paint on my face..herbs hanging from my ceiling...and drums...everywhere...
music...singing..dancing...
I want to travel west. Ive never wanted to go someplace so much in all of my life.
anyway...:)
Magnet Magazine is a great read. Filled to the Brim with Articles about music....check it out.
i love all of you
Peace
the crazy lady in the hut