Stuff in my head

This is just disjointed enough to be classified as facebook stuff. You know, the stuff no one cares to know, but you tell them anyway.

I call "Whiter Shade of Pale" Joseph's song because it ws playing in the OR as Musak when he was born, and it is indellibly in my memory like that. Associated with the birth of Joseph. Bur, really, as I listened more earnestly it really is about Mary's birth. the most comment made afterwards was that it was nice to see me the shade I was supposed to be. It was after being in the recovery room for hours, where I felt like I didn't belong. the other people looked near death and in really bad shape, but I was fine and just excited to see my baby! Strange that wasn't the first time that my baby was instantly taken away and people were concerned with me, I was not the point. anyway, catergorized as fb stuff.

I remember the Christmas of 84 or fairly close, thenm the date was not impotant to remember. I had watched and recorded "Amadeus" off of WGN. and I was obsessed. It was a very impressionable time for me. I recorded George Scholti's birthday partyon cassette and traded walk man with my cousin Desire' (blue and Maroon) I laid down in the yard in a snow drift staring best I could up at the sky. It was snowing and not very bright. I was listening to Mozart's Requiem Mass and was so completely (words cannot be found for this feeling) It is alot like that song "Chasing cars". I didn't care if the snow buried me because my entire exsistance was focused on the music I heard at that point in time. It is alot like the scene I watched again yesterday to try and understand, from Star Trek "Insurrection". Where thy realize time is relative and chose to suspend it for a while.

I wanted to be a paleontologist and asked for everything dinosaurs, so I named them all something to do with Mozart. Up until college I let my mind focus on him and his music. I even gave my informative speech on the REAL history of Mozart. If we met, I would not be at a loss. I would recognize him. but later in college I somehow lost apprection and respect for him and deemed his music trite and childlike.

It is odd the paralells, to me, of Mozart, or Gottlieb, what a name. Ooooh! hot off the presses, just in this thought about FF, And a documentary about afterlife. Watch the final scene from Crisis Core and think about GOD being light and love. Anyway, it is mostly in minor impressions that I think of Tal Bachman the same way I do Mozart. They were both extremely gifted, and terribly miscomprehended, There are so many paralells. The biggest difference is that I was actually in the same room as the latter, which thing I have not yet done with Mozart, though I still intend to make it tp Salzburg one day, and at least touch something he did, Who knows how air recirculates, maybe I am breathng some air that filled his lungs, though we never got to exsist near on another. I have benefitted greatly by his ummm, legacy.