miss_drivel

bokononist, mujer, Reino Unido
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Who really knows? I could have dreamed all this.

Welcome to Earth, young man. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of: Goddamn it, you've got to be kind!
Kurt Vonnegut A Man Without A Country

I don't have a 'taste' in music really and I know shit about it. I listen to what I like for that reason only. I either fall in love or I don't - it's as simple as that.

In case you haven't noticed - I love Greg Dulli and bootlegs. It's a perfect combination you know :) I got myself a blog where I list all the Dulli stuff I've got. I'm still working on it, of course. Please, if you have anything that's not there, LET ME KNOW!
http://somethin-hot.blogspot.com/

And btw - here's my flickr and my you tube.
Just joined facebook. Yeah, I know...

The only musician I give a damn about really:

Mr Greg Dulli (by Tania Marti)

My favourite album of all time:

Twilight as Played by the Twilight Singers
(has nothing to do with that stupid vampire flick)

Miss D

If you ever see a short, blue eyed girl with two black swans tattooed on her left arm, feel free to say hi. Love meeting people, especially fellow Dulli fans.

From The Best Novels Ever:
And I remembered The Fourteenth Book of Bokonon, which I had read in its entirety the night before. The Fourteenth Book is entitled, What Can a Thoughtful Man Hope for Mankind on Earth, Given the Experience of the Past Million Years? It doesn't take long to read The Fourteenth Book. It consists of one word and a period. This is it:
'Nothing.'
Kurt Vonnegut Cat's Cradle

But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new- mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths - Starbuck!
Herman Melville Moby Dick

I observe how profoundly serious Nature has made her about a rubber ice-cream cone – brown rubber cone, pink rubber ice cream. I have to wonder what equally ridiculous commitments to bits of trash I myself have made. Not that it matters at all. We are here for no purpose, unless we can invent one. Of that I am sure. The human condition in an exploding universe would not have been altered one iota if, rather than live as I have, I had done nothing but carry a rubber ice-cream cone from closet to closet for sixty years.
Kurt Vonnegut Jailbird

Track # 50,000 The Twilight Singers - Powder Burns
Track # 60,000 The Twilight Singers - Papillon/The Joker/Smells Like Teen Spirit/Photograph (live in Seattle, WA 21/10/2004)
Track # 70,000 The Twilight Singers - Lying (live in Seattle, WA 21/10/2004)

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