Oh, My Space

So, I got some old files back and my old My Space blog was on them. Below is some kind of storytelling ascii thing. Fun to scroll through. Not really sure what exactly I was trying to do, but it made me smile. Hope the formatting stays in line . . . 

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Resonance:

Her earliest memory is a jumble of many memories and part recurring toddler dream. She remembers a large rambling house and empty rooms and she wandered and was scared. she had only lived in a "ticky tacky" house and so this is the part that was probably a dream. 

She remembers sitting on her dad's lap and how he smelled like drywall dust that had soaked up beer. She remembers sitting sideways on the stair while her mom read to her and her big brother.

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These are the first things she remembers. All of her other memories are compilations of stories that were told to her and pictures she has seen of herself along with her version about the way things should have been or simply the way they felt and perhaps weren't, actually.

These collections of memories and their varying degrees of accuracy are all right with her, but there are discrepancies. She remembers how things felt as opposed to how things were. How things were is not what is really important. You don't take were with you wherever you go; you take felt with you and keep it always either near or far from your heart.        

                                                            feelings

                                                  feelings                    

                                                                     

                                                                                          feelings

                                           feelings                  feelings 

          

                              feelings                              

                                                                                    feelings

Were

Were

Were

Were

Were

When her mom got pregnant with her little sister, things changed. She had to share a room with big brother. This was okay, except she liked her yellow bedroom better than his blue one.

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The blue room had bunk beds. Her brother slept on the top bunk and she had the bottom. The baby got the yellow room and slept in a crib. The baby was small and squishy and red-faced when she cried. Her brother would roll over in his sleep and fall off of the top bunk into a tangle on the floor. She would wake up when she heard him land. He wouldn't. 

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Polyphonic Culture Smash

I'm pretty sure that Mom and her boyfriend Jose´ have never heard the Moldy Peaches, but they've perfected their polyphonic singing-over-each-other style. They were thrilled when they discovered they both know the same song in different languages. 

Here we have a beautiful culture smash of simultaneous renditions of "In them Old Cotton Fields Back Home" in both Spanish and English. According to Mom, this is probably the first song I ever heard in my cradle. Somehow I had a Southern/Appalachian upbringing smack dab in the Midwest. 

Mom & Jose´s rendition:

Many artists sing the song including Lead Belly, Johnny Cash and Creedence Clearwater Revival. 

Lyrics if you're curious:

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in my cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
Now, when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home