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ever dumbening i hate feeling shitty. a floating market of sorts, with color freshness flavor sound spice, passes me by. screaming of its joy, the world reminds me it is more than the stories of its tears. so but then scofield medeski martin and wood come and go; a few days later i decide to play some of their music; now i feel foolish for having missed the show. 070928