Topic: Poetry
Reality is what you make of it. Although lately I wonder if assuming the character of other people’s assumption – which is essentially theater – can leave you feeling empty.
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Reality is what you make of it. Although lately I wonder if assuming the character of other people’s assumption – which is essentially theater – can leave you feeling empty.
Live, in Portland. To the person in the crowd that seems to have a hand in the air throughout the song - I am with you in solidarity.
For photos of BRMC, click here.
Levi Stubbs, he gone. The anguish in his voice was spine rattling.
I would have done well in the 60's. I don't get along well with cell phones and texting, although they are supposed to bring closer together. "I guess no one is alone anymore."
Janis Joplin and Big Brother & the Holding Company, Monterey Pop Festival, 1967. This is the performance that brought Joplin into prominence.
Amazing in my book, walking on air, tip-toe kicking clouds, total devout meditation with vocal chords, indestructable, there's no depth more than that. Lady in the crowd with sunglasses totally speechless and dumbfounded, is Mama Cass.
Fantastic music video... depicting the holes that lie in each person's orbit. The feeling of something's amiss.
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