ACCOZZAGLIA

no thanks to chaiizzilla, i caught the a-ha virus something awfully serious last week.

here i stand and face the rain in October, living in Neverett, where i’m always looking for the whales and nowhere near the Manhattan skyline, where i’m wishing for the blue sky to break through these rainclouds, cos it seems like that in every Angel and Buffy DVD episode i watch of late, it so looks like the sun always shines on TV there. even so, i spent six hours once watching eight episodes on DVD, and i swear that the sun never shone that day.

and you tell me, but this musical train of thought, lasting over the past week, had made me a bit touchy about my really stubborn and stodgy tastes in music. i’m sorry, but people who aren’t afraid to use strong arrangements with keyboards and good production values in my book are the blood that moves the body, time and again.

still, there’s no way that such amazing music is gonna make me wanna move to Memphis. i’ve been there, and if you knew me back then, you’d have told me, “you wanted more, astrid.” there’s a reason for it, too. i wanted solace, but in the Deep South, i simply cannot hide.

oh, and Morten Harket and Pål Waaktaar? you [both] are the one. totally. after i realphabetize my compact disc library for the first time in well over three years, i’m going to lie down in darkness, and in my own pursuit of happiness, i’m going to take on me, one-on-one, in my dreams and hopes.