../melody in chaos
I always say “wordless” instead of ambient when I describe my instrumental interstellar flights (even stuff w/ abstracted dialogue). But now, after all these years, I wonder, is ambient music actually wordless?
That is to say, is a melody a form of lyric?
In an unrelated performance story:
My biggest performance fear is to be cringe.…
continued...
“…We dated, like, freshman year, and it went really bad and to this day he still calls me a bitch.”
“What? Really?”
“For, like, a year and a half! His friends, too. And they don’t even know me!”
“Shutup! One, you are not a bitch. And two, you have never been a bitch.”…
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tr: Because nothing is yellow, everything is green.
haha, at least everything’s not blue…
“Free to take,” I entreated Luna, as we stared at the Slope-iest Park Slope stoop giveaway ever.
“Which,” she asked, “the book or the husband?" pic.twitter.com/RBLziNfSHm— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 11, 2018
December 11, 2018 at 06:23PM
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Peripheral sidewalk terror today: Recognizing the melody of a whistle, closing in from behind, as a slowed "I Think We're Alone Now."
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April 24, 2017 at 02:49PM
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just met a woman allergic to the smell of celery salt. she's not allergic to celery or salt, just the smell of celery salt.
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April 22, 2017 at 11:30PM
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Never ever change, New York City. http://pic.twitter.com/9klpqQTADO
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April 12, 2017 at 02:52PM
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08:24. 3rd Ave. Aroma wholesaler load dock. Knit cap. S7 Edge: "…so now i lose her to a fervent Catholic? Do you think he knows about me?"
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December 02, 2016 at 10:08AM
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17:48. F-train platform. Brioni silk shirt, Ferragamo oxfords, all brown, no socks, to phone: "C'mon, the juice is worth the squeeze."
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August 31, 2016 at 05:59PM
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5th Av @ 9th, Dunkin iced, cig-dangle, russet frizzle, 40s, to phone: "Didn't you see my tweet that Shakespeare's so overrated? No? Well…"
— westy (@westyreflector) April 18, 2016 at 10:56AM
9:14. Bodega. Puffy-eyed mid-level leaning on dairy fridge. iPhone 4S: "You keep doin' that over and over and you'll be running the place!"
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April 07, 2016 at 09:42AM
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16:48, brown Uggs, leaving a Park Slope salon, fresh blunt bangs, to friend: "Sharknado was just too cynical for me to let the kids watch."
— westy (@westyreflector) April 3, 2016
April 03, 2016 at 05:24PM
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5th Ave Bingo exit, 10:12p.
“Geraldine, you have a Valium on you?”
“No.”
“That’s ok, I got tranquilizers at home.”
March 26, 2016 at 10:35PM
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9th St, Woz look, ivy cap, green wide corduroys, into 6S: "Kelly knows the stakes… but that telephone's ancient… yeah, BlackBerry 10."
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February 23, 2016 at 06:53PM
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Beard, Carhartt duck coverall, Marlboro Red, loading dock, to buddy: "That's the thing. I heard people are watching… watching everything."
— westy (@westyreflector) February 18, 2016
February 18, 2016 at 04:22PM
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Frowzy 40ish man, outside C-Town Market, under a 'Tilapia Blowout!' sign, into phone:
"The answer is, in a vacuum, yes."#SidewalkSnippet
— westy (@westyreflector) February 2, 2016
"What am I supposed to do, walk around in airplane mode for a week?" | SidewalkSnippet020116a
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9th St @ 4th Ave. Woman into phone, other hand gestures into space: "…the one thing I know is -" [salt truck roars by] "- so stop caring!"
— westy (@westyreflector) January 25, 2016