I started this thread because you only see "confess your infidelities" on the phone, and I'm only now on my PC and have realized that this thread is actually meant for other music.
I remember that "Loose Change" moment when I was newly sober. We had been friends and often flirted. I went to AA meeetings in Santa Monica and Beverly Hills where I'd often cry openly about how I missed that rush, that poison I yearned for. It was just a kiss away. She was a former ballerina who grew up in the deep south. Her father was abusive. I met her in a small office I was working in delivering the mail and fixing computer issues. I installed a new copy of Office on her PC during Christmas break where we were one of 5 people who didnt have Christmas plans. I was drawn to her like a freshly cut line. My roommate was away visiting his family in Orange County. She came over most nights where we watched TV and played Springsteen records, or maybe some Nirvana. She sat next to me on that poorly stuffed couch, she looked like a dream to me. We talked politics and about the way music made us feel. I shared my story. I was so scared to touch her as she looked at me with blue eyes. Then one night we played the latest Tom Petty record, Wildflowers. It light me up like nothing I had heard since I was clean. "Wake up Time" ended, and she looked at me and said "Sparky, this peach is ripe for the pickin." I felt it all fall into place. And in that moment it did, it fit like a glove. Wake up time indeed. We were never away from eachother for several months. We'd drive in her Mustang to the beach and she'd pick me up after meetings. Then things changed. I stayed clean, but her running away reminded me of the abandonment issues I had drank and drugged over. That fall a new record by the Counting Crows was my sound track, a song "Catapult" was my favorite: "All of a sudden she disapears..." Wake up time indeed. That poison soon flowed again. I was a new commer again. She became my drug.
I bought the soundtrack to the Broken Poet movie by Elliott Murphy.
I am really enjoying it. Never heard much of Elliott before. For an old kind of sound it sounds remarkably fresh.
i really like ABBA and i was looking forward to a new album and then covid came along
Big confession....
I believe Gimme Shelter and You Can't Always Get What You Want are a stronger album opening and closing combo than Thunder Rd and Jungleland.
I listened to Billy Joel's The Stranger album a couple of nights back. But him and Bruce are mates so I think that OK.
I started this thread because you only see "confess your infidelities" on the phone, and I'm only now on my PC and have realized that this thread is actually meant for other music.
I remember that "Loose Change" moment when I was newly sober. We had been friends and often flirted. I went to AA meeetings in Santa Monica and Beverly Hills where I'd often cry openly about how I missed that rush, that poison I yearned for. It was just a kiss away. She was a former ballerina who grew up in the deep south. Her father was abusive. I met her in a small office I was working in delivering the mail and fixing computer issues. I installed a new copy of Office on her PC during Christmas break where we were one of 5 people who didnt have Christmas plans. I was drawn to her like a freshly cut line. My roommate was away visiting his family in Orange County. She came over most nights where we watched TV and played Springsteen records, or maybe some Nirvana. She sat next to me on that poorly stuffed couch, she looked like a dream to me. We talked politics and about the way music made us feel. I shared my story. I was so scared to touch her as she looked at me with blue eyes. Then one night we played the latest Tom Petty record, Wildflowers. It light me up like nothing I had heard since I was clean. "Wake up Time" ended, and she looked at me and said "Sparky, this peach is ripe for the pickin." I felt it all fall into place. And in that moment it did, it fit like a glove. Wake up time indeed. We were never away from eachother for several months. We'd drive in her Mustang to the beach and she'd pick me up after meetings. Then things changed. I stayed clean, but her running away reminded me of the abandonment issues I had drank and drugged over. That fall a new record by the Counting Crows was my sound track, a song "Catapult" was my favorite: "All of a sudden she disapears..." Wake up time indeed. That poison soon flowed again. I was a new commer again. She became my drug.