| "...But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live." -Sylvia Plath
|
| |
| 
can't wait for home. |
| |
| 
colorless green ideas sleep furiously
-Chomsky |
| |
|    
are those not the kindest eyes?
he epitomizes the reason why i want to go to Ireland. him and the leprechauns...
the guitar and cello, him and the girl, perfect harmony between song and silence, melodic pauses and chemistry. check out his music http://www.damienrice.com/music_live.html here...i recommend blower's daughter, professor, volcano, woman like a man....actulally jsut ALL of them! but def watch the professor...he makes the audience laugh, and me melt when he looks straight at the camera (me) and smiles...
"What I really enjoy are people who, when they're singing, it feels like, if they didn't sing they wouldn't be alive," he says. "People who are compelled to do what they do. You can just feel it in their voice, feel it in their words -- this type of terrible passion."
i think i'm in love, damen rice.  i want me a wandering bard, or a troubadour warrior... |
| |