Kris Jorgensen's Review

the anatomy (of sleep): panay records sampler here is what i thought while listening to this cd: track one track two i should use my passport soon. i think it's good for ten years and i got it in 1996 so i still have two years to use it before i have to get a new one. who wants to go to burkina faso? track three i bought some acrylic paints last month. i haven't used them yet. i don't know what i'm waiting for but so far i haven't felt the need to paint. i'm not much of an artist. in fact, i have never in my life taken an art class. but i like art. i like to think that art is very accessible and that art that makes you think "i could do that" is the best kind of art. some months ago my sister kari and i had a conversation with our dad about art. i felt like when it was over my dad had rethought his position on the subject. the fadeout at the end of this song makes it seem everlasting. track four i like how the vocals sound on this song. i'm singing along and becoming a deviant headphone. man, she looks great in that sweater. track five i've been listening to 'this american life' a lot lately. it's a radio program on npr but i've been listening to it over the world wide internet. by now i've heard most of the shows that they have available on their website. it has become one of my pastimes. it takes the magic of radio away though. on the radio, the program is on once a week and either you get one of those great surprises when you happen to be listening at the right time or you plan ahead and make it an event. when i lived in spokane i was a regular listener monday nights at 10 pm . now, i feel like i'm cheating. track six the only drawback to the mark hamill experience is that there are no lyrics. the bands on this cd have good lyrics. mark hamill should write lyrics for his songs and put them in the liner notes. but the songs should still be instrumentals. track seven i think i'm going to miami on wednesday for a few days. look for me on the news. track eight people from north carolina study basketball. they pick up on the smallest subtleties and can tell you why your shot was off. i played basketball tonight for two hours. it's a fun game for me to play. i have become much less competitive than i once was. there was one time when i was about 16 and i got upset about a call that the referee made and i threw the basketball really hard down on the ground. i got called for a technical foul and i felt ashamed and embarassed. i decided right then that i would never get angry over a game. it makes me sad to see people my age or older that still have that competitiveness in them and still get in petty arguments with their brother about a foul. and they see things in me that make them sad. track nine i woke up at 5:30 this morning. if i don't fall asleep for 3 more hours i will have gone 24 hours without sleep. i've done it before and i'll do it again. track ten the only time i've met my neighbors here was when my roommates brought home a keg and then realized that they didn't have any friends to help them drink it. they started to get pretty desperate, even going out on to the street and flagging down cars that were driving by. at one point, an older guy on a bike rode passed and was invited to a drink. i started talking to him and he told me that he worked with computers for a living. i asked him more about it and he said that what he does is download songs from the internet and burns them on to cds and than he sells them for three bucks to his neighbor. i think this is my favorite song on the cd. track eleven it's november. all the leaves are changing colors even though it still feels like summer. i have a fan turned on because it's hot in my upstairs room. when the leaves were still green i used to go up to the ninth floor of the library and look out over the city. there were so many trees that it was hard to see that there was a city down there. it reminded me of when we climbed up those huge mayan temples at tikal in northern guatemala and suddenly we were on a boat in the middle of a green, leafy, ocean. track twelve there's something nostalgic about this song. it is similar to how i feel when i smell burning leaves in the air and i am, for brief moments, back in maryland. back in high school. back in that car accident. the nostalgia of the song isn't quite as strong or specific as that, but it's definitely there.

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