BRAS: Music to Carriers' Ears
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[News, Weather & Sports from Vleeptron] out on the edge of darkness: Of all the old 60s and 70s folksingers, anti-terrorism experts had long warned that the most dangerous was the artist formerly known as Cat Stevens, English composer and singer of "Peace Train," which first began reaching the ears and minds of naive and defenseless young Americans in 1971, on AM and FM radio stations, and as the last track of his album "Teaser and the Firecat."
[A journey through the clouds] I Hate Theology A guy who speaks what all of us h...: He threw his hands up toward the stars: “My hands, my feet, my poor little brain, my eyes, my ears, all matter more than the whole sweep of these constellations!” he burst out. “God Himself, the God to Whom this whole universe-specked display is as nothing, God Himself had hands like mine and feet like mine, and eyes, and brain, and ears!....” He looked at me intently. “Without Christ we would be little more than bacteria breeding on a pebble in space, or glints of ideas in a whirling void of abstractions.
[scarecrow short fiction] Three shorts...: I watched from the window as my suffering fiancée went back to her Norway home, from Australia where she spent too much time in the window, back to her parents and friends and where they speak like mannequin birds, of water and windmills, of wine and cheese, of designer cars that run on water and emit the sounds of geese moving south as they cobble streets in their passing, back, away from the window, her parting words to me, back away from the window (keep your hands where I can see them). I watched from the window, she held up a small sign in courtyard, perhaps it was too small to read, perhaps it was for upstairs, perhaps it was to keep the morning sun from blinding the buses, and planes, and boats, and windows that took her away. There’s a photo of her in my sentimental sleeping bag, I haven’t looked at it in years, and don’t really need to, I am in a new window in a new country, like a west Hollywood cowboy I sing of the cactus plain, I sing of the audience to the audience, I sing of Neon and light and candles of romance, of women and wax and worship that echoes in all windows. I stayed in America in a lounge where there was no romance, but the world that echoed in eros and cornfed eroticism of hay, and bounty and blonde held beauty, that shook the years from the corn stalks that waved to me across the Midwest.
[Cool Ringtones Blog] Is That a Cell Phone... or your personal DJ?: sweet music to the ears of the downbeat record industry. Since catching on late last year...." The Billboard Music Awards this month picked its first Ringtone of the Year Award. It was rapper 50..., ringbacks and songs could account for 28 percent of all music sales, including CDs and legitimate
[CF York] Fear of Flying: INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT SUPER the words "MONDAY" SERIES OF SHOTS Large commercial aircraft carriers... blare sports and music videos. We close on one table in particular in which a group of three young... ears. THERIN ERRINGTON Forget it. You guys don't even breathe the same air as I do. JAKE CANTRELL
[think again, ideascape moves people to action] how not to blog special: music space, and the focus on physical media for mobile devices.First, physical media is dead... and DVDs and vinyl and downloadable files aren’t content. They’re just a means of distribution. Music... to blur the lines between their media devices, with things like mobile music and TiVoToGo, which offer
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