Strange things happened Friday. I listened to a podcast and art became reality in ways that involved a local musician and a sappy song that evoked an unexpected response in me.
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Strange things happened Friday. I listened to a podcast and art became reality in ways that involved a local musician and a sappy song that evoked an unexpected response in me.
Continue readingFor a week until everybody got sick of it, there was a Facebook/Twitter meme: List 10 concerts you had seen and let your followers guess which one was a lie. Here’s my variation: the 10 concerts I considered going to but couldn’t or didn’t — and I’m still kicking myself:
Hey, Lu —
I hope you don’t mind the informal greeting. I figure we’re on a first-name basis since we exchanged tweets recently.
I’m listening to your new album now. I just bought it from iTunes. I don’t buy much music these days. Mostly I rent it. I subscribe to Beats Music, and for the most part its 20 million songs are enough to keep me happy. I know I don’t own the music, but it satisfies my musical curiosity, and the $10 a month it costs me is less than I’d probably spend to buy albums, many of which I’ll rarely return to after a few listens.
Eleven years ago there came unto Marshall, N.C., a coffee shop. And it was called Zuma Coffee. And the community looked upon Zuma and said it is good.
It seemed like a reasonable question when I posed it 18 months ago: Since my favorite music service knows my tastes intimately and also knows what new albums are being released, couldn’t it alert me when music I would really like comes out?
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