Wednesday, May 18, 2005
I need to cut the lawn!
I also need to clean my bathroom. I really need to clean the kitchen. I thought about doing all of those things tonight. I ended up doing none of them. I had music on in the background. I made a cup of coffee. I looked around at my books. Maybe that is what I needed. An old friend. Someone who could make me think. I'm so tired of the news. I'm so tired of arguing with people who think small thoughts. I just get tired....Maybe that is what I need...More coffee. Fortunately I had a pack of Luckies and some time.
I found that friend....
"To do a dull thing with style-now THAT'S what I call art."
"Show me a man who has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities."
-Buk
I believe my spirituality comes and goes with the tidiness of my kitchen. I'm going to leave it a little messy for a couple of days.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Me, Tegan, and Chuckles!
The Killers show was tonight. Great to see a band become so successful. We saw them at the replay. We saw them at The Hurricane and now we see them sell out The Uptown. It broke my heart to see Mix out there giving away t-shirts. See it's not about radio wars or who is better. Hell it isn't even about who was first. It is about relationships. I know. I know. I bust your balls when you get mad that I start playing your favorite records on the radio. That same feeling you have is the feeling I have when I see this shit. Enough about that. Who cares??? It is what it is.
Something else happened to me tonight. Something that bothers me. I saw Tegan at her merch booth. She was signing autographs. I reintroduced myself. She was polite and nice. She seemed to remember me from the V.D. show. She said they were coming back in to town in July (good news). She went back to autographs. Everything was cool.
I immediately ran into a guy from the K.C. Star. We bullshitted about an article he was writing. He was going to quote me on something. Chuckles The Wonder Pony walked up behind me. I stopped my conversation said hi to chuckles and went back to talking to the guy from the star.
Now. I'm well aware that I'm no Tegan, Sara or Killer but I missed my chance to do the right thing.
I'm sorry Chuckles. Next time we see each other.
Beers one me!
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Cold Feet! Hot Slot Action!
So she got cold feet. So she left town and went to Vegas! When did that become a crime? I thought that was part of the American Dream! We can bail on anything. If the going gets tough...The tough go to Vegas. Where the sex is available. The chance to get rich is alive and well and the ability to get lost amongst strangers can be an attainable goal.
How many times have we thought "If I could just go out for a pack of smokes and never come back" be it work or relationships or family that drives you to that point. You should be able to do it.
I know she faked her abduction and that throws a kink in the idea of getting lost with out repercussions.
If she hadn't faked an abduction and she was just missing...Would they have let her slide? Can we still get lost if we want? If the cops would have found her would they return her to her family or would they just call her parents and say " we found her, she is fine"?
While some people see the American Dream as a race up the ladder of success. Some of us keep that getting lost in a hotel room and living in a Bukowski haze as a viable option.
I guess I see her being brought to her parents with a blanket over her head and I can't help but wonder....Is the American Dream still alive?
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
In the head of this stranger in love
Holding on given up
To another under faded setting sun
And I wonder where I am...
Could she run away with him?
So happy and so young
And I stare
As I sing in the lost voice of a stranger in love
Out of time letting go
In another world that spins around for fun
And I wonder where I am...
Could he ever ask her why?
So happy and so young...
And I stare... But...
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
In the heart of this stranger in love
Holding on given up
To this other under faded setting sun
And I'm not sure where I am...
Would he really turn away?
So happy and so young...
And I stare...
As I play out the passion of a stranger in love
Letting go of the time
In this other world that spins around for one
And I'm not sure where I am...
Would she know it was a lie?
So happy and so young...
And I stare... But...
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
In the soul of this stranger in love
No control over one
To the other under faded setting sun
And I don't know where I am...
Should he beg her to forgive?
So happy and so young...
And I stare...
As I live out the story of a stranger in love
Waking up going on
In the other world that spins around undone
And I don't know where I am...
Should she really say goodbye?
So happy and so young
And I stare... But...
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I got lost in someone else.
-The Cure
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