Norah Jones

[John Watt]

Hey, c'mon now. Who are you talking about? A good looking young woman, around twenty when she made a hit record. Someone singing and playing piano a little who was picked up by a band, using her to front for commercial success. A record of all slow songs, sung slow, played slow, produced slow. Everything slow. Like a Marilyn Monroe photo, soft focus, down low, being alone and beyond slow, just laying there. Yeah, a lot of people picked up on her. Dreamy? Was Sade dreamy? Sexy? Is Carole Wiseman sexy? I feel sorry for her, personifying that style at such a young age. She should be out there in a band doing "I Will Survive" or "I Work Hard for My Money" and develop her musicianship and vocals.

But hey, she's from Texas, she's U.S.A., where entertainers play promoting bad mothers and ill fathers make their pay a dub way. Maybe Snorah has a secret play, watching T.V. all day while her father was away. She's setting herself up for scan and fade into a hot doc on sloths some day. All these background music appreciating replies got some rapport out of me.
Hey Snorah! You choose we snooze.

[sunwaiter]

She's nice to look at, and yeah, very soft to hear. but don't be too harsh

[John Watt]

Sunwaiter! I just got back at you on another posting. You think I'm being too harsh? Maybe all these Snorah Jonesed lines came too easy, hearing more than that around here. I'm just trying to represent the working reality of it all. It's like seeing trashy souvenirs in Niagara Falls, hippy lipstick, tilt and see naked, etc. They might be fun to pick up and squeeze, but if you think about what it took to manufacture and retail, you might change your perspective. I get going onstage sometimes, talking about music. Why should someone expect to pull big bucks out of my city, my province, my country, when they haven't even set foot onstage here. There never was a vote about replacing live music with technology, just as there never was a vote about replacing local manufacturing with Chinese goods. If I sound harsh, it's because my home town, Welland, once the second largest steel town in Canada, now has no steel mills and more drug dealers than steel workers. There wasn't a vote on that. And I'm a loving and passionate person, and single. I don't want to be tempted by teen singer crotch shots, shoved in my face everywhere.

I can sing. I can stand outside a nightclub on Clifton Hill, the main drag in Niagara Falls, and sing along to the tunes inside. That's always a nice thing to do, especially when I start singing higher note harmonies, and filling in what I consider empty spaces. Not onstage, not with my guitar and amp, but asked into a disco there, I stood in the middle of the dance floor singing along to Careless Whispers, when that tune was hot. George Michael may have taken a chance with a couple of high notes, but that's easy for my non-smoking, non-drinking choirboy voice. The dance floor filling, at the end I was riffing off the chorus, and the reaction I got, the applause and hugging and patting, is one of my favorite moments. Older, in hiking clothes, not even wanting to be there, but singing for real. Surprising people with what sounds real in front of them, beautiful.

Yes, I'm sounding good on myself, but I'll confess. I learned typing in school, but never had a computer lesson. I am a domain, but sponsored and built by others as a political act. I see myself as a word processor, or the text generator. Answering two posts of yours tonight, I've decided to try and add the function for getting alerts about answer posts. We're discussing serious things, and I want to be just as urgent, and I am posting a lot here, forgetting where I was. I don't want to miss any rapport like we have here.
Corno Dolce and I have been private messaging for a while, and you are coming in second with postings between us. Thank you.

While I'm having a middle aged break, finishing my new, patentable guitar, being able to look here with a computer in this house, has kept my music alive and refreshed my Hendrix connection. The best things in life are free. At least for you and me. Maybe it's time to send Mr. Frederik Magle a money order.

Thanks again Sunwaiter. When I see your name, I think of that Kevin Kostner movie Waterworld, about the world covered in water. Watching that movie is like sailing on a hot ocean. Just like The Postman and Jeremiah Johnson, where you feel like you made it through the winter. You should say something to make me feel your Paris.
Adieux, mon ami! as always, John Watt.

[sunwaiter]

John Watt:

it is getting interesting. i'm realizing ive always looked for a good correspondance, with a good and wealthy opposition or response in regards of volume, ideas, style, honesty, and certainly lots of other qualities too many times drowning in a sea of ones and zeroes.

i have not seen Waterworld, but i guess i can have an idea of what you mean.

paris is odious, as can be a woman who is smart enough to stay reptilian. lately i'm too much into ugly details to make people feel MY paris. maybe it's because of mister Eiffel that i don't use capital letters when i start new sentences. or maybe i'm just lazy.

[sunwaiter]

oh, you are invited to participate if you wish in my thread called "never ending play list", in the fusion section.