lborgia88
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Everything's okay here! I actually wasn't around Indianapolis last night because my boyfriend suddenly decided he wanted to go to Dayton, Ohio (2 hours east of here) to hang out at our friend's nightclub. Driving home, around 3 AM, getting close to Indianapolis, we pulled off at an exit where we usually get gas and the power was out -no traffic lights, no lights at the gas station. That was our first clue that the storms had been severe. We got back to the house, and there were leaves and branches all over the place (the yard is a mess!) but no trees came down, or at least, not right here. And, the power was on here.
At any rate, I just got out of bed now, and I can look forward to going around the yard today and collecting up tree debris.
Thanks for the concern!
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31-05-2008 15:51
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Hinotori
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01-06-2008 17:08
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lborgia88
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quote: | Originally posted by Ebonyswanne
ITA...they pay me to stop, great way to earn extra income. |
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Now there's an idea for me!
As an undergraduate, 1991-92, I had a guitar-playing roommate who badgered me into singing with her in subway stations in Montreal (mostly folk music). Fortunately for me, subway tunnels naturally amplify your voice, and the reverberation fuzzes out the bad notes quite a bit, so I didn't sound too awful. And people used to give us money! I always felt weird about that. We'd sing for a couple hours on a Friday or Saturday night, going through our complete repertoire of about 10 songs at least three times, and each come away with about $20. Then, we'd head off to some bistro on St. Denis and buy cake and wine...
Other than an experience in 1995 that involved sitting around a campfire behind a resort lodge, quite drunk, and loudly singing ABBA songs with five other people, I haven't sang in public since, or tried karaoke.
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02-06-2008 01:31
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Hinotori
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02-06-2008 22:44
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Ebonyswanne
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quote: | Originally posted by lborgia88
quote: | Originally posted by Ebonyswanne
ITA...they pay me to stop, great way to earn extra income. |
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Now there's an idea for me!
As an undergraduate, 1991-92, I had a guitar-playing roommate who badgered me into singing with her in subway stations in Montreal (mostly folk music). Fortunately for me, subway tunnels naturally amplify your voice, and the reverberation fuzzes out the bad notes quite a bit, so I didn't sound too awful. And people used to give us money! I always felt weird about that. We'd sing for a couple hours on a Friday or Saturday night, going through our complete repertoire of about 10 songs at least three times, and each come away with about $20. Then, we'd head off to some bistro on St. Denis and buy cake and wine...
Other than an experience in 1995 that involved sitting around a campfire behind a resort lodge, quite drunk, and loudly singing ABBA songs with five other people, I haven't sang in public since, or tried karaoke. |
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That brought back memories of when I lived close to city about 10 minutes away from the CBD. The tunnels leading to Central Station,(Main station in Sydney) had buskers all the way along them because they run for ages to walk through.
When I had been in High school...many years ago, some of the school band (Which I was in, flute) came to Sydney to busk on the streets, I didn't come down to Sydney with them, mum thought it was to dangerous.
There was this African guy with a strong powerful singing voice often in tunnels busking. He sang "Knocking on heavens door," The emotions and passion he poured into words made me often stop and listen to him sing. I always gave him some coins.
I got married in 1992...I was 20 yrs old.
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03-06-2008 02:05
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