C[omp]ute

From: "andrew cooke" <andrew@...>

Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2006 16:05:41 -0300 (CLST)

Been lying in bed with a mild fever listening to music.  Somehow
everything seems much more interesting.  Examples: Kaukonen and Weller's
blues have the same structure as tracks by Davis et al; Ruben Blades and
Juan Luis Guerra sing happy bouncy salsa songs with sad lyrics, which
somehow connects with sad sound of Sketches of Spain.  In retrospect,
kinda obvious.  Suspect this is similar to pot (which I've never smoked).

Stronger fever, with an aspirin to take the edge off the pain, is a very
deep, warm pleasure.  Toasty feeling.  At least while awake; dreams are
confused.

Bleagh.  Was hoping to be back at work this afternoon.  Instead, think I
am going back to bed.  Last night wasn't so good (although yesterday was
better - even went out, at one point, although that ended with a confused
conversation at the local record shop when the only album they had for Tom
Ze (Brazillian singer) was a CD on Luka Bop - made for gringos.  Where's
the original stuff?  Does no-one hear give a damn if it's not owned by
Califronia?)

Bleagh indeed.
Andrew