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Entries for January, 2010 in Musings On Muses
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I couldn't help myself but to review this!
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
The Review: “SILK”, the first release in 2010 from Chandler, AZ musician extraordinaire Terry Daun, is a worthy journey to take by all means. For me it is a flight thru the world of “hard-rock-Alt-synth-new age” that I’m more than ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
It used to be that every time I saw the strobe-lights of a law enforcement vehicle, I would introspectively run thru a short list of my own personal situation. Was I doing something wrong? Was I speeding? Was I in ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
I got back into town the other day after a long round about drive thru the beautiful Texas countryside. I pulled into the Exxon on 59 business north and found myself fueling up next to an old friend. Nat, has ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
45 years ago today I came into this world. 12 years ago today Glenda moved in. I woke up this morning as sore as a black eye. My entire body ached. It was the result of hard work, and long ...
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The Process Of Recording An Album
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
The process of recording an album of songs can take a few days, weeks, or even years. It can start with a defined goal, or just fade into a path one feels like taking. The songs can be conceived in ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
This past Saturday I went to the H.E.B. on Rio Grande to pay my electric bill. As I went to stand in line I noticed a familiar old gentleman standing a few places ahead of me. Grandfather is in his ...
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At The Fringe Of My Imagination: (Tech-Excerpt)
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
At the fringe of my imagination: (TECH-EXCERPT) LOG ENTRY: start: 9214 We had used fusion reactors to power the massive building project that became Metal-Sky for 176 years. There were colonies on almost every moon or rocky planet in the ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
We dip our hands in sunshine, and splash it into dawn With needles made of yesterday, we weave our stories on By threads hung from tomorrow, our tapestry expands We stitch together moments, be they small or grand Today becomes ...