God is in the radio
I’m thinking of the first time I heard Johnny Cash covering “The Mercy Seat”.
It was 3:20 in the morning and I was dead asleep. Apparently Oliver was listening to WCBN and pacing around. Suddenly I was ganked from sleep by something pulling up every hair on my head, raising hackles on my neck. Goose bumps running all up and down my spine and arms I yelled out with my eyes still closed “Is that fucking Johnny Cash?”
Less than 48 hours later I had that motherfucker of a disc in my hand.
Labels: Death, music, paradigms, subconcious
posted by Stella Magdalen @ 7/02/2007 04:30:00 PM
4 Comments:
When Johnny died This American Life had Sarah Vowell talk about Johnny and June and their relationship.
It was beautiful and made me think that I must have Sarah Vowell.
Think she'd like the truck?
My experience is that the ladies like the trucks.
Also the motorcycles, also the horses.
you should start a one line advice column
on the issue of "What The Ladies Like"
let's begin:
miss stella,
i hear some ladies (my wife) likes the pizza.
is this common? i hope so. i likes the
pizza!
signed,
brainless in seattle
See now that's an easy one cuz I know the ladies LOVES the pizza. And I LOVES the pizza too.
God is in the pizza.
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