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ernesto.

the hard drive in my power book is dead.
as in 'little x's over it's eyes' dead. no more playlist ruts for me. when the powerbook returns from its vacation in cuppertino, i will re-connect with my itunes library in a new, more complete and fairly exciting way.
oh, joy.
and now, a somewhat relevant lyric from cut chemist's "what's the altitude":
"the things you've been through make it seem like nothing could ever last forever
but if you try..."

pie and paella night at jenn's.

photo taken and posted at jenn's request.
wow. i'm in playlist hell. what is playlist hell? it's the rut created by only listening to the songs on the playlists on your ipod. i have some excellent music on my ipod that's not captured on my playlists. for example...
respect yourself :: the staple singers
ja vidi :: christophe goze (arabian travels)
reach out :: midfield general
corcovado :: stan getz / joao gilberto
naci orishas :: orishas
muzzle of bees :: wilco
bird of paradise (gone) :: serj tankian (bird up, charlie parker remixes)
manteca (1961) :: dizzy gillespie
keep on playin' :: breakstra
everything in it's right place :: radiohead*
my man :: amina
ya feel dat :: KRS-One
wishin' and a hopin' :: dusty springfield
fluxus :: the dining rooms
all or nothing at all :: diana krall**
hideaway :: ivy
miss you much :: janet jackson
true school :: coldcut
parabens :: marcos valle
strange woman :: howard fishman
weightlifting :: trash can sinatras
transcendence :: thievery corporation
brother where are you? :: oscar jr. brown
everything (kaskade's big boom mix) :: om: a decade of future music
barrio beats :: michael tello
nobody knows me :: madonna
find a way :: a tribe called quest
*how is it possible 'everthing in it's right place' isn't on at least one of my current playlists? incredible.
**great bass line, spectacular phrasing... and i'm a sucker for both.

two, three, four days...more days is okay.
two, three, four nights...more nights is alright.
-- from 'in the back of the car', emo.


somewhere on capitol hill, near baguette box.

unfortunately, no windmill holes. curses!

