Had a discman for years before my daughter gave me an IPod. Saw a documentary about Pearl Jam and loads of Neil Young footage in there; a mutual admiration society. Showed them jamming, and Young is taking no prisoners, rocking like it's life or death. Loved this poem, Ollie! Amy http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/10/31/lost-soul-sun-whirl/
I picture the Tired Monk getting ready to do a little boogying! Robes aswirl. Morning, Ollie, from the tired wild woman!
ReplyDeletenice...dig me some crunchy power chords....
ReplyDeletethis just reminds me of how eager I am to get one and when i got it, everyone is already on video cd player... hahaha...
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...and ya gotta hold the headphone plug just right to catch all the bass.
ReplyDeleteI remember that...nice one ~
ReplyDeleteApt description. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteawww makes me miss that churning sound
ReplyDeleteThere was always something more comforting about analog, perhaps because it's a physical not virtual medium, keep rockin' bro.
ReplyDeleteBattered yet crunchy, the discman is a trusted friend :)
ReplyDeleteHad a discman for years before my daughter gave me an IPod. Saw a documentary about Pearl Jam and loads of Neil Young footage in there; a mutual admiration society. Showed them jamming, and Young is taking no prisoners, rocking like it's life or death. Loved this poem, Ollie! Amy
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