Two E-mails

To someone who purchased some records from me :

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hey, fuck ebay, huh?
discogs is where's it's at!

i just wish these guys would get their heads out of their asses and start promoting the retail end. half the people i know who use discogs on a daily basis didn't even realize they could purchase records via the site until i told them about it.

right now, there's too many sellers and not enough buyers. discogs needs to redesign the site a bit to let people know THEY CAN BUY THE RECORDS THEY'VE BEEN WANTING FOR YEARS...

my rant.

word.
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To my oldest brother :

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i do it because i don't have a choice.
i've been depressed all my life, and if it weren't for music i would have killed myself out of sheer boredom and a lack of purpose.
it's love. but it's a sick love.

something happened very early on. i remember being 3 years old and hearing "sweet dreams" on the radio. it changed everything. then there were all those synthesizers that rush was using. the angular danceability of talking heads. the reggae rhythms of police. all that stuff you were playing in your room was influencing me and i didn't realize it until years later.

everyone, including myself, was confused. "why didn't i ever learn to play a an instrument?"
well. i've become quite the fatalist.
and i know it's because i was meant to play machines.
i can always learn to play an instrument whenever i make the space and time. (i've been leaning heavily towards lap steel for a few years...) and for now, if i want live instrumentation, there's always a musician willing to collaborate.

i'm definitely going to "hang in there." no doubt about that.
there's only two possible outcomes here :
i'm going to make it or die trying.

but it'd be nice to enjoy the trying-to-make-it part a bit more.


~ s
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