I won't hold it against you if my navel disinterests. I work to avoid it here, though what is a blog but a navel gaze? The gazed-at is my twenty-something navel. The seventies.
I'm remembering myself,
claiming myself. It's an awful word in this context, as if I were acreage or a mine. We
claimed our power in the seventies. I wasn't thrilled with the nomenclature then, either. Trust me.
Don't know why my list below (and elsewhere) reflects only classical interests. Primacy of the colonial canon was something it took me a while to get past (I've written about this). I loved and love rock, soul and r&b, a statement, which, however true (very), is intended, even after all these years, to let you know I'm not
too smart or refined. Sad sad sad. Do we all have to frug to Lady Gaga, so beautiful and brainy; her music so unmemorable?
Well. Ta da & Co. Here are the first two pages of my tiny, warm green, leathery journal, 1975. Oh, young Sarah, bloom bloom!
syzysgy
chthonic
Josef Albers -
Interaction of Color
[next page]
Judee Sill [phone # and address]
Brahms Trio in E Flat for Horn, Violin & Piano, Op. 40
Schubert - Impromptus
Brahms Quintet in B Minor for Clarinet & String Quartet, Op. 115, the one I liked so much at SJC
Beethoven - Sonata(s) for Piano & Violin, especially, so far, #9
Brahms - Serenade in D, Op. 11
Friends of the family: Ethel, Gloria, Marilyn H.
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That's it! Wasn't
too painful, was it? Anti-climaxed?
By the way, I have no idea who Ethel, Gloria or Marilyn are. Judee Sill is Judee Sill (Lady-O; Jesus Was a Crossmaker; The Kiss); signed with Geffen Records; a friend of my next sister up; knew her since I was nine. After her auto accident I'd visit her in Hollywood and the hospital.
It's a good thing, to resurrect the old self, assert various of my passions. Thank you for your indulgence.
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