music
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Change
I’m seeing another psychiatrist tomorrow to solve a more than a decade problem of sleepless nights, anxiety badly harmonising with my soul’s music, and depression feeding on my energy like a leech, getting fat while I become emotionally malnourished and eat and smoke and drink, hoping pork chops, Marlboro Reds and wine will become a… Continue reading
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Music
My Wi-Fi is terrible, and that sucks because I’m in the mood to listen to Dakota by Stereophonics. My taste in music has devolved from progressive metal by the likes of Circus Maximus to the angry plucking of the double bass by Mingus to the feet-tapping, raise-a- toast-and-live-your-best-life-like- Hugh-Hefner cooler stuff like the Dave Brubeck… Continue reading
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Jazz
One chord is fine. Two chords are pushing it. Three chords and you’re into jazz. – Lou Reed “No moral to this story, you will be saying, and I am afraid it is true.” – Joan Aiken Sometimes I wonder if I live in an apartment or an oubliette. I mean, there’s a cushy couch,… Continue reading
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On Ashen rains and fire
Sometimes the thought of living fills me with exuberance. I think of poetry, art, and music, and an insatiable hunger to create seizes me. But then, sometimes the thought of existence distresses me and fills me with the dread of a pagan on Judgement day. And though I look for a balance, an Autumn that… Continue reading
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Innocence within the femme fatale
There’s something about her writing that brings me back. It isn’t a Fitzgeraldean crescendo, building up in the tender night, tugging at your heartstrings eloquently and ethereally. No, it’s sprinkled with sawdust and rusty nails, but once you dig deeper—at the risk of getting injured—you’ll find a hidden gem with so much depth and candour:… Continue reading
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The Busker’s Rondeau
I’ve played these cobbled streets for many years pouring into my song blood and tears I’ve known the vagabond and patient sage – their lives I’ve scribbled on my crumpled page although my tune begins when the dust clears perhaps they’ll think then with soft smiles and cheers of how my song soothed all their… Continue reading
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Cockroaches and Jazz
I’m a synthetic cockroach who was manufactured in a lab in Syria after the Third World War. Born with an IQ of over 200, they sent me on different espionage missions to the United States of Europe, and I complied and sent them tons of data using my antennae, but Avant-Garde Jazz changed everything. I… Continue reading
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The trumpet’s lament
Today, after years ofservicing jazz musiciansand circus clowns, I call it quits,I’m rusty and feel like an old gigolowho has had enoughand wants someplacequiet and idyllicwhere unsatisfied wivesand moustached menwith pictures of Ted Bundyin their walletsdon’t harass him anymore,I need a beige shelfwhere I can contemplateon the mystery of music,where I can marvel athow I… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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