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Posted Thursday, October 21, 2004 at 11:59 AM
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It grey here, desolate, misty- everything is dying.
It's hard to fight the melancholy feelings.
So, to me, here in Detroit, a Southern girl- The Features were my sunshine for a night. Sunshine at night you say?
Why yes, it made me warm.
Just seeing those boys made me feel I was sitting in the lap of home.
And hearing them was a relief. It made me sigh.
We all went to a pub and ate spicy peanuts and I got to talk about home...
Yes, the show was good and me in my Dionesian frenzy collapsed into an old space, but this time I clapped my hands alone.
So I danced the dance for you Murfreesboro, melodramatic am I? Well, that's what life's about homies.
All that was left to do was clasp my hands to my heart and thankgod I grew up in such a warm place, with such talented people, in such a community to produce and support their talents.
And now, I'm driving around these carbon monoxide stained streets, yearning for the sun. Matt's voice is wailing out of my tinny speakers, bringing me back to the beautiful fall days I spent walking around the houses in the square, fantasizing about my life, taking pictures of the leaves back-lit by the dear southern sun.
The Features bring it back.
(Edited by sugarplum at 11:01 am on Oct. 21, 2004)
It's hard to fight the melancholy feelings.
So, to me, here in Detroit, a Southern girl- The Features were my sunshine for a night. Sunshine at night you say?
Why yes, it made me warm.
Just seeing those boys made me feel I was sitting in the lap of home.
And hearing them was a relief. It made me sigh.
We all went to a pub and ate spicy peanuts and I got to talk about home...
Yes, the show was good and me in my Dionesian frenzy collapsed into an old space, but this time I clapped my hands alone.
So I danced the dance for you Murfreesboro, melodramatic am I? Well, that's what life's about homies.
All that was left to do was clasp my hands to my heart and thankgod I grew up in such a warm place, with such talented people, in such a community to produce and support their talents.
And now, I'm driving around these carbon monoxide stained streets, yearning for the sun. Matt's voice is wailing out of my tinny speakers, bringing me back to the beautiful fall days I spent walking around the houses in the square, fantasizing about my life, taking pictures of the leaves back-lit by the dear southern sun.
The Features bring it back.
(Edited by sugarplum at 11:01 am on Oct. 21, 2004)