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the public wants what the public gets:
“what happens with both national and commercial radio is that public taste becomes curated by the playlisters and even when ‘specialist’ shows are put on, this just further curates things into ‘genres’ and so when musicians go to make music they have to bow to these genres and slot in to them and in the end the material means of communication determines what the music sounds like to a greater extent than the artists.”
Michel Foucault

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the public wants what the public gets:

“what happens with both national and commercial radio is that public taste becomes curated by the playlisters and even when ‘specialist’ shows are put on, this just further curates things into ‘genres’ and so when musicians go to make music they have to bow to these genres and slot in to them and in the end the material means of communication determines what the music sounds like to a greater extent than the artists.”

Michel Foucault

Quote of the Day

“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of trust, sacred to our touch. once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”
EE Cummings

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Found this: wow.

strangegrrl’s LiveJournal 19 years ago today was a PD day at my grade school. I was seven years old.

19 years ago today at approx. 10:30am my mother dropped me at my aunt and uncle’s for the weekend.
19 years ago today at approx. 10:30am was the last time I saw my mother alive.

I was the last person in our family to see her alive. I was the last person she hugged and kissed.

19 years ago today at approx. 4:30pm, she died.
Today at approx. 4:30pm we will be receiving the finished books back from the printer.

Your mother used to love to write, dad said before it somehow became the unspoken rule that we couldn’t talk about the past. Today, on the 19th anniversary of her passing, I become an author with my first book in my hands. Your mother used to love to write, and this milestone (despite not saying such in the thank yous or dedications) is above all for her. I miss you, mom.

I don’t need to write the dedications out anymore. The fact that everything I write is for her, is already a given. I love you, mom