Special Prize if you Find the Cure Reference in this Post

I started a new project that requires absolutely no creative output on my term but fills my need to be doing something “interesting” and “project-y”

I’m listening to all the music on my ipod in album order.

Feel free to unfollow this blog. I am, in fact, that boring.

But before you do, here’s the thing. I’ve been reading this Culture Shock: America book (hopefully to put together this poetry project) and it’s made me incredibly self-conscious about my stuff. And I don’t even have a lot of stuff.

I have a tiny one bedroom apartment nicknamed The Bunker. It’s small and cozy and cluttered and since it’s on the ground floor I  never open the blinds (nosy people live in Brooklyn) and my poor toothless cat never gets to see natural light.

It’s filled with books mostly, the ones that belong to us are haphazardly puddling from the shelves (like too much water in too small a glass) and the ones that belong to the library are piled on the floor, possibly high enough to offer shelter should The Bunker become inhospitable.

But still not more books than other people I know. And I don’t have that many dvds.

But what I do have is a lot of cds. Yes, I still own cds. And I own cds cause I was (and am) a late adopter to technology. The ipod classic came out in 2001. I got my first one a DECADE later.

For ten years, I was the girl in Brooklyn walking around with a cd player. Don’t think I didn’t see you laughing.

So I finally broke down and got one because I walk pretty far to work and replaying the same cd over and over was getting old. And I put everything on it.



I took stacks and stacks of cds and burned like…..a fire in cairo.

I put on stuff I never listened to – stuff that belong to my husband. Stuff and stuff and stuff. And then I wound up listening to the same 10 artist over and over and over again.


Hence my project. I’m going to listen to everything on my ipod in order. I figure, since the damn thing is almost full, I’ll be occupied until 2015.

That said, I’m allowing for occasional deviations, i.e. “I desperately need to hear that Cure song right now, where is it???? Ahhhh there it is.” *hums along*

But otherwise, the great makers of the english alphabet will decide my musical accompaniment.

I started on August 16th and I’m almost done with the A’s.

Things I’ve learned so far:

  • Ariel Ballet by Harry Nielson is a really great album. And there’s more to it then “Everybody’s Talkin.'”
  • I don’t have nearly enough Eric Satie in my life.
  • Aha Shake Heartbreak by the Kings of Leon is still better than anything they’ve done since.
  • As much as I love Paul McCartney, he’s totally punchable. It’s going to a long haul with this guy. There’s only such much “Whoooo” and “Bobbity boo boo” a human can take.
  • American Gangster by Jay-Z is really good. Really. No, really!
  • Amnesiac by Radiohead gave me some sort of auditory seizure and that needs to come off ASAP.

And most of all I got to listen to these guys again:

This is the Panaroma Jazz Band playing at the Spotted Cat on Frenchman Street. I saw them on one of my many trips to New Orleans. As I’ve mentioned before my memory is utter rubbish but I think it was the last trip, in 2011. They were even better than this video makes them seem and we bought the one cd they had at the time, “Another Hot Night in February.” They’ve since recorded more.

And the great thing about this project is that when I travel, especially down south, my favorite thing to do is collect music. I can’t wait to get up to Clay Canfield and the Howling Brothers (both from Nashville).

So yeah, music project. I’ve got something like 100 Mozart albums on here. By mid 2014, I’ll look just like this:

Peace, love and Starbursts,


By Ally Malinenko

I live in Brooklyn which is good except when it’s not which is horrid. I’ve been writing for awhile, and have some stuff published and some stuff not. I don’t like when people refer to pets as their children and I can’t resist a handful of cheez-its when offered. I have a burning desire to go to Antarctica, specifically to the South Pole so I can see where Robert Falcon Scott died. I like to read books. I like to write stories and poems. I even wrote some novels. You can read them.

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