Misc. Romance

Why are you listening to me?

Yacht Rock, truth, signs and a little magic

Posted by Misc. Romance on: January 10 2010

It seems that the noetic power of my Yacht Rock record collection has grown so strong that its spun out of control! When you pay special attention to a object, or a collection of things, they can take on a power of their own. Weird things have been happening all around me. I'm beginning to see correlations I didn't expect. Love is trying to prevail. That last post got me into a rash of shit that I wasn't ready for. I may have broken the heart of an old lover. But now we are both free. It just wasn't meant to last that long. Maybe I should have never thought of you as mine? The truth of the collection is rising into power! However this whole thing is really starting to freak me out. I think I'm going to ditch the idea of building the grandiose Yacht Rock Collection all together...I guess I just won't get to live that dream...that destiny has passed me by – for now the collection will only exist in a digital format and in the youtube videos here on my blog.

Yeah Right! After I finish my coffee I'm heading to Amoeba Records – Don't bring ME down!. Let the music play...

Dont Bring Me Down by Electric Light Orchestra

The science of noetics tries to make a link between the ability of the human mind (rationality and knowledge) and the influence of divine powers. Today we now call this intuition, and psychological studies have all but ruined the mystery behind such phenomenon so I can't help think that it breaks down to these three ideas that feel a little more majestic and less institutional...

The Truth: Lately it seems that life has been spitting in my face. I tell the truth and for some reason its really not getting me anywhere. There's more comfort in lies, and the truth seems to be to hard to live with. But I know I'm doing the right thing. No matter how bad it hurts...tell the truth.

99 by TOTO

Signs: To normal people less disfuckional than myself, signs would be totally unnecessary, and more than likely they wouldn't get themselves into the kinda shit that I seem to get myself into. So it is, the message is clear and its time to MOVE ON! But that is not all, the lesson this time seems not to try to make sense of everything, but to let go of everything.

Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty