God, I hope his name was James. He bought me lunch, you’d think I could make a point of remembering. At this point in Blogathon, however, I’m lucky if I can remember how to use the alphabet.
In any case, James, while appreciating a good snark and laugh as much as the next man, specifically requested that I post something genuinely moving tonight, and as I was sifting through my Tumblr for blog fodder, I found this video, and played it.
And I started to cry.
So here, James. This aught to do it even if you HAVEN’T stayed up all night. Behold one of the living natural treasures of the West Coast, Shane Koyczan, performing his spoken word poetry on Beethoven.
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Thank you for making me discover this! It gave me goosepimples. Hope you won’t mind if I reblog you.
Not at ALL. Shane is a genius. He has a piece on proofreading that is the filthiest, funniest thing you ever heard, and another on a chef who works in a prison that would reduce a stone tablet to sobs.
James did see this…I was looking for the post on the dyslexic graveyard (we wanted to see what you’d done with that, seriously!), and there it was. I think he was moved…he didn’t say anything. :D
The graveyard of the dyslexics I am saving for a time I can do it justice.
I found the categorie “music” here.
I would like to cite Wehrmacht.There is no Metal band I heard after Wehrmacht released their first album,Shark Attack,which could beat him.
Ya know,they could erase every trace of existence of any fanatic headbanger in California,São Paulo,London,Netherlands.The few who ate the best in darkness and would die screaming in the Underground,caring no more for the delights of destroying slowly each is called intelligent life on Earth neither leaving history to tell.What means Death Metal,Underground,no f***ing money,which is a bad word in these case.
I wish I was younger when I knew Wehrmacht.I just wanted to get ‘em in my best phase,the time I walked the streets with long hair over my eyes to see not the people whose I always suspected they were living their lives with something hypocrite or at less wrong behind their slightly going-togheter.
These man abuses too much of the sensibility of the others.I cannot believe Chico Buarque de Hollanda.
“O Que Será”,”Meu Guri”,”Construção”,”Funeral de Um Lavrador” etc etc etc
Seems that love is better than sex.