Friday, May 27, 2005
M.A.D.D.
No, not that MADD. I'm putting a downpayment down toward my Apology to anyone who ends up here, googling for MADD due to sadness, anger, or justification of drunk driving.
This entry has nothing to do with this fine organization.
This entry has nothing to do with drinking and driving and death.
Please notice the periods between the letters.
This piece has to do with Musical Attention Deficit Disorder. For anyone familiar with ADD, one of the first things that is apparent is there is no deficit of attention; in fact there is an intensity of attention, but, unfortunately, not attention directed to the topic or to the person that everyone else is concentrated on at that moment. ADD should really be an acronym for Attention Direction Disorder.
I believe I have M.A.D.D. I believe a lot of other people do as well.
We honored few all self-medicate. Medication usually comes in the forms of cd's, albums, or even tapes. In fact, I'm sure (though without a stitch of proof) we M.A.D.D.ers are the people supporting cd sales today. While a lot of people are downloading like mad (though no like M.A.D.D.) bypassing cd purchases, we maintain our steady drive. We are crazed with the music, but we also like the cd covers/inserts/info packets.
We devour the lyrics sheets, the band information, even the production notes. We put the cd in our players or in our pc's and we play the same disc until we are sated.
We have lasered our pure attention toward the cd until it is burned into our heads.
Then we are worn out with that musical pkg.
Perhaps it's thrown away or passed on to someone else.
Perhaps, it will stay with us until our casket is closed for, in addition to being struck down with M.A.D.D., we had been bitten at an early age, perhaps even in our cribs, by a packrat. So, the cd, though thoroughly squeezed of its musical content, is still filed away or surreptitiously placed somewhere in the confines of one's hovel.
Perhaps it will be brought out and sucked on one more time to assure us that there are no notes left.
Perhaps it will never be played again, just another dried out carcass of muscial art.
Perhaps the ever-loving wife will notice the latter condition and renew the Campaign of the Giveaway.
But no perhaps about this. I've worn out John Ellis. It's time for fresh blood. Bill Frisell & Paul Motian seem like they're full of energy and vibe. Well, full enough for a week or two.
No, not that MADD. I'm putting a downpayment down toward my Apology to anyone who ends up here, googling for MADD due to sadness, anger, or justification of drunk driving.
This entry has nothing to do with this fine organization.
This entry has nothing to do with drinking and driving and death.
Please notice the periods between the letters.
This piece has to do with Musical Attention Deficit Disorder. For anyone familiar with ADD, one of the first things that is apparent is there is no deficit of attention; in fact there is an intensity of attention, but, unfortunately, not attention directed to the topic or to the person that everyone else is concentrated on at that moment. ADD should really be an acronym for Attention Direction Disorder.
I believe I have M.A.D.D. I believe a lot of other people do as well.
We honored few all self-medicate. Medication usually comes in the forms of cd's, albums, or even tapes. In fact, I'm sure (though without a stitch of proof) we M.A.D.D.ers are the people supporting cd sales today. While a lot of people are downloading like mad (though no like M.A.D.D.) bypassing cd purchases, we maintain our steady drive. We are crazed with the music, but we also like the cd covers/inserts/info packets.
We devour the lyrics sheets, the band information, even the production notes. We put the cd in our players or in our pc's and we play the same disc until we are sated.
We have lasered our pure attention toward the cd until it is burned into our heads.
Then we are worn out with that musical pkg.
Perhaps it's thrown away or passed on to someone else.
Perhaps, it will stay with us until our casket is closed for, in addition to being struck down with M.A.D.D., we had been bitten at an early age, perhaps even in our cribs, by a packrat. So, the cd, though thoroughly squeezed of its musical content, is still filed away or surreptitiously placed somewhere in the confines of one's hovel.
Perhaps it will be brought out and sucked on one more time to assure us that there are no notes left.
Perhaps it will never be played again, just another dried out carcass of muscial art.
Perhaps the ever-loving wife will notice the latter condition and renew the Campaign of the Giveaway.
But no perhaps about this. I've worn out John Ellis. It's time for fresh blood. Bill Frisell & Paul Motian seem like they're full of energy and vibe. Well, full enough for a week or two.
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College Boy!
Didn't the profs pound punctuation into you? It's M.A.D.D., not MADD. Big difference; MADD is not a joke, M.A.D.D., well, that probably is or, at best, a self-fulfilling prophecy and excuse for cruising Amazon.
Didn't the profs pound punctuation into you? It's M.A.D.D., not MADD. Big difference; MADD is not a joke, M.A.D.D., well, that probably is or, at best, a self-fulfilling prophecy and excuse for cruising Amazon.
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I am proud to be the son of a M.A.D.D. man and a M.A.D.D. man in training...I feel that it provides a richer and fuller life for those with who "suffer" from it. I love M.A.D.D..
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I am proud to be the son of a M.A.D.D. man and a M.A.D.D. man in training...I feel that it provides a richer and fuller life for those with who "suffer" from it. I love M.A.D.D..
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