Eastern States 20 Miler 3.25.12

Eastern States 20 Miler 3.25.12
Portsmouth, NH to Salisbury, MA

Blog Mission, In Simple Terms

"I'm a road-runner, baby." Jr. Walker
I'm a road-runner running and writing a blog consisting of run~on sentences about running while sharing a deep concentration with the music in my ears, so that one day my boys, Elijah and Levi, will be able to read up and keep it real; Run~ons just may be the most effective way to convey my health seeking mission to people who don't know me or do, but then I pretty much like the idea that language/structure can be as playful as the subject itself, plus the reader may decide that running~on in a run~on sentence kind~of~way, might be beneficial to him or her that is right now, as of this moment here, basically undiscovered or unawakened.

The blog used to be heavily augmented by my facebook page which featured SOTD (song of the day), however I don't have the time to do that anymore; the blog has also taken on a very flexible schedule of it's own where I closely examine pretty much anything I want, in my own special way, something that piqued my interest during the previous month; if it piques yours, well, that would be pretty cool, too.
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Run~On~Sentences About Music and Running

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A woman often finds her destiny on the road she took to avoid it.


Strong Legs

Strong Legs

Thursday, June 10, 2010

People Under The Stairs - Acid Raindrops

MOTM~ People Under The Stairs (PUTS). A Run On Sentence About Music I Run To.


I know, I know it seems unlikely that I would choose (for the MOTM) the mellowest west coast hip~hop with the super~kind~deep rooted drum loops and heavy grooved rap with melodious movements lightly~mild~thinly~easy but committed to an R&B underpinning like the smooth hand groping under clothes, specifically the kind that moves my feet by way of my heart because the desire of melodious hip hop grooves is JUST that and not even JUST that because what I have discovered about these fellas lyrically (in their homonyms and homographs) is that there are phrases that are quite brilliant and strung together with marajuana, ammo and funky tracks and nickel sacks and reaching out so that I get what is referred to and why the lower ends of the mixes are riffs that take over vocals and the presentation of the song as a single structure becomes less structured and the components separate themselves from each other (a simple volume adjustment for the producer, who is an artist as well) , but giving in to that kind of listening allows the music to push itself through the space allowing us to breathe the intention of PUTS, in pleasurable ignorance.