Moving instrumentals

Okay, here's a more interactive post. I am trying to compile a list of those lyric-free musical pieces that have found a way to stir my soul in ways that words cannot. Songs that upon hearing them, I have no choice but to rewind and replay them again and again.

I'll get my admittedly short list started (editing as I think of more), and I open it up to both of you readers. If possible, I will burn them onto one CD, then listen to that CD for a solid year.

Moby - My Weakness
[Play]

Beethoven - Sonata No. 8 In C Minor, Op. 13 (Pathétique), 2nd Mov.: Adagio Cantabile

Jon Brion - Theme
[Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind soundtrack]

Beethoven - Adagio sostenuto, from Moonlight Sonata

The Chieftains - Galician Overture
[Santiago]

Puccini - Humming Chorus, from Madama Butterfly

earthpassage - Walk Of The Cedars
[Glacier Journey: a musical passage through Glacier National Park]

The Clumsy Lovers - Orange Blossom Special
[Live!]

Chemical Brothers - The Sunshine Underground (minimal lyrics)
[Surrender]

Franz Schubert - Adagio, from String Quintet in C

from Comments:

Modest Mussorgsky - Great Gate of Kiev, from Pictures at an Exhibition

It's Hard to See the Pavement When I'm Driving in the Mud

I haven't blogged too much lately. I'm not sure why. Actually, I have a reason not to now, because I've been through some stuff in recent days that I'm not sure if I am ready to get into in this forum. I might, but not yet. I have a lot of things to sort out.

I know that I have to start expressing some of this stuff somewhere, or else I'll never get back to normalcy.

Stand by.

silence

silence

it does not merely conform to the confines of auditory definition: silence is a white wall, the taste of plain water, the smell of pure air, and the open bowl of nakedness.

silence is where the senses are empty, but waiting for stimuli. it is the place where the voice of God is received, in its fullest volume.

when i am still, i can approach silence: the only movements i feel are breaths and beats; my mind turns white, like a fresh canvas; my spirit faces forward, awaiting rays of truth.

when God speaks, His words are not just words: they appeal to the eyes; their taste is that of fruit; they smell like falling rain.

when i, in silence, sense the phrases of His grace, the flavors of forgiveness and intimate images of insight, my mind collects the message, my spirit starts to interpret and my soul consumes the meaning.

and I am satisfied once again in the center of God’s will.

Things Are Slowing Down

It looks like things are definitely slowing down for me these days. That's a general assessment of many areas of my life, but not all of them.

As I sit here, I'm now on my tenth weekday without working. It's getting pretty lonely here. I'm not sitting here avoiding looking for work or anything; I'm on standby with two agencies, and I have a lot of applications and resumes "in the machine". But this waiting business is terrible.

One problem is that I haven't done enough to save extra cash for times like these, so in order to stretch out the dollars I have, I can't really go out and do things, because things cost dollars. I'd like to be able to take some nice, long drives out in the country - but gas ain't cheap. Movies I could watch, but for one thing, I don't like going alone, and obviously, they cost money, too. Sitting on my couch and watching them at home only reminds me how alone I am right now. Everyone I could be potentially spending time with, as far as I know, is at work during the day.

The other factor here is that I really do need to be ready to go at a moment's notice. If I were to get a call to work this evening, for example, I have to be prepared to get there in short order, and I can't be knee-deep in some other adventure.

I've been able to spend a little time drawing the comic. Not nearly as much as I'd like, because after all, I'm like six months behind schedule with the thing, and here's this wonderful opportunity to start catching up. But SITTING HERE ALL DAY IS BORING.

Sorry. I don't mean to be a droopy dog here. I'm really not that bad, I suppose.