My mind’s a jumble. I close my eyes and six million scattered thoughts pass through, pictures of people walking away from my life and others coming in, images of someone I probably just pissed off and song titles and lyrics and crossing over verses and sweeping up the patio and cleaning out my closet plans. Yesterday, I boiled an egg for 30 minutes. I put it on, went to the other room and searched through ten years of journals, then thought, ‘what’s that sound?’ and went back to the kitchen…

I’ve spent much of the last month dwelling (no, obsessing) on the subject of western music. More so than usual. I’ve brought up the subject here before, thought about it a lot, then slipped away from it to do other things. Come back for a short time. Etc. For a variety of reasons, it doesn’t fit easily into my daily life, even though it’s the principal focus of my research.

Ok, but I keep thinking about it and this week especially I was really drowning in it. I come out of this week…

A deliberately provocative title. Of course I like many girl singers.

The other day, I put on an album by a female artist, got through one song and then had to switch to something by a guy. Sort of like eating something sweet but wanting something salty; I just knew that I wanted to hear a guy’s voice.

That confirmed something I’ve known about myself for a long time, but have ignored. It’s not easy to admit that I don’t like my own kind, especially because women have…

Today is International Dance Day. Hope you’re celebrating with a two-step (a lost art?).

(uh...you just stand there and I’ll dance around you.)

Dance is widely acknowledged as the foundation of much popular music. Whether it’s the chicken or the egg is hard to say (twist, disco, swing...); music and dance often develop simultaneously.…