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The Terrible Writings of Quentin Montejo
Serial experiments on a fallen archangel who only wanted to regain just one wing back
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Free of the World. Rain worshipper. Hermit. Tormented mind.
Caged spirit. Defiant and eternal enemy of Destiny and Fate. Poet. Scientist. Artist. Daydreamer.
He who laughs. Slacker. Sleeper. Romancer of wings and clouds. Fiercely independent. He who is ponderous.
Games and anime junkie. Four eyes. Caveman. Nature-lover. He who doesn't think that hard. Non-smoker.
Music-junkie. Counter of blessings. Guitar-hugger.
He who simply wants what everybody else would like to be in this world and the next -- to be happy. |
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Marie Digby
I've always been a fan of chics who dig music, most especially when they dig guitars and piano. I dunno, must be one of the unexplainable moth-to-a-lamp syndrome. So naturally, I have all Michelle Branch's albums. Pity she's not that 'out' there anymore. I think like most people who start out that they have talent, end up being diluted by commercialism.
Like, they lose their edge with their art. Or maybe because people already seen it, and just want the next 'new' thing. Only people who are true to their craft will remain, whether or not they still be popular five years from now. Anyway, here we have Marie Digby, who besided being hot can play and sing. Haven't heard any of her compositions though, and there's really nothing spectacular about her besides being hot. Oh did I mention she's hot? However, try listening to her own rendition of popular hits like Umbrella (Rihanna), Makes Me Wonder (Maroon 5), and You Give Me Something (James Morrison). It's nice to hear stuff like that every now and then. 2 Comments:
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