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Tuesday's Tunes

Every day is music day where I live.

I've been going crazy with free music over the past few months (some links will be coming soon, as soon as I deliver on my recent mix CDs - I don't want to jeopardize the "newness" of the music I'm sending). Yesterday I made two playlists - one of everything I added to my library in Jan & Feb, and one from Nov & Dec. Altogether, more than 700 items. And we're only on DAY TWO of February.

I have so many beautiful tunes that I've barely even noticed!*


Doveman - Angel's Share



Fyfe Dangerfield - When You Walk In the Room
(on the mix CDs!)



*it may be that my music frenzy leads into new-music-fatigue. The problem with the accessibility of the internet is that it's overwhelming. Too much music. Too much art. Too many written things. I just can't take it all in. But I seem to try anyway.

(begin hyperventilating)

Comments

  1. Anonymous12:10 PM

    I mention that I already have this Fyfe Dangerfield song? ;)

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  2. Beth12:13 PM

    noooooooooooooo!

    ah well. there are 18 other songs on the CD. hopefully 15 of them are new. that would be a good amount, i think.

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  3. Terra2:02 PM

    Can I get those playlists? I mean, not the songs, but the names? I intend to go through your latest music posts on your blog as a good place to start. Thanks for sharing your knowledge and discoveries. I am so out of the loop when it comes to music. Did I tell you to listen to 'radarradio'? You must of course.

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  4. Terra2:04 PM

    um, im a tool. i just found your short list on your other post. :) Ill start there.

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  5. afro-chick6:07 PM

    i HEART this fyfe dangerfield song.
    HEART!!!!!

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