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Pulled Up

Pulled up – Talking Heads

My second most listened to Talking Heads song but only for the reason it follows Psycho Killer on the album and i was often too lazy to turn it off. Maybe sometimes it was a case of being adventurous and wondering if indeed there was any more to this band. Mostly laziness. That’s nothing compared to the laziness that prevented me from hearing the other 9 songs on the album. One of their best songs, especially for that subtracted bar in the verse and the ukelele-like guitar line that comes during it.

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The Book I Read

The book i read – Talking Heads

I have already posted this song before and, not realising it, was just about to write everything i said back then verbatim today. It was only a few months ago too. So now i have nothing to say. I have developed this annoying habit of playing terribly the intro to this song every time i pick up a guitar recently. There’s something.

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The Book I Read

The book i read – Talking Heads

I curse myself for all those times i carried the needle inward, directly to Psycho Killer just to listen to it and nothing else. Maybe Pulled Up, but only because that followed. I was treating one of the greatest albums of all time like a one song single, and, for lost time, for fear of the unknown, for brash disregard, i curse myself. I curse myself. There is not a song on 77, nor i think in the entire Talking Heads discography, that i would want to live without. Grrrr. I really do regret it.

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Who Is It?

Who is it? – Talking Heads

Far down on the list of the greatest things my mother ever did for or gave me, but a great, indebted thing nonetheless, was passing her Talking Heads records down to me. There was an intent on her part. I remember sitting down with her and her saying “you’d really like this,” with every wish, effort and assured benevolence of transference. And i did! She had pretty good taste. For a mum. And when i think of the records she didn’t pass down to me – couldn’t, because she sold them to support herself and baby me – and what she lists among them, ooh it renders me heartbroken. Still, i got the Talking Heads albums.

I live a fairly comfortable existence: Livable income, no debt, low wants and expectations, support available if i need it (i hope). It’s a rut, but a safe rut (which is probably what keeps me in it). If it were to one day fall from beneath me, to one day be in that same situation and have to let go of my hoardings, that is a prospect i am not ready to face. Who is? I don’t think i will ever be in a situation as desperate as my mother’s (and i’m not just talking about selling some records) and it is largely due to her, how i was raised, and the sacrifices she made to ensure i would be ok. I should call her.

conformist

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