Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Dance, Dance, Dance


The whole factory now has a link to the old band's shitty website, it seems.  The music is awful.  Now. . . this.


Pictures are being leaked as well.  What could this fellow have been thinking?  No wonder we were the only band in town without groupies.  There is nothing right about this thing at all.

The turmoil of my life continues to rage, but yesterday my poor and tender heart had to harden in order to save itself against the disinterest of another.  Last night, knowing nothing is ever final, there was resolve.  But resolve only makes the next lunatic step more dangerous.  I am like a drunken man reeling on the dance floor.  A quiet night at home just isn't any more.  The balance is off quilter now and home seems a duller and lonelier place.  I've been here before, and it was exciting each day and night not knowing what to expect, but I don't know that I can take all that any more.  Physically or emotionally.  I know it is happening, for all the music sings to me.

"Dance, dance, dance. . . ."

It is exhausting, and this morning I slumbered far beyond my usual hour.  It was lovely.

But every morning I am reminded that the night before I was drinking and emailing songs.  It is a bad and troubling sign.




2 comments:


  1. The Chili Peppers wore tube socks on their privates. I think you can get away with those - the shorts we simply cannot work with. The shirt is okay the hair is fine - very Eagle-esque (as in the tit grabbing photo as well). What kind of music did you play? Sneakers need work.

    Oh I think we are up to 101 inches of snow so far this year. All the things you strap on your feet to keep you from falling on the ice are absolutely sold out in every store that exists. They are quite hip and acceptable "smart" even. In this climate which is polar arctic.

    You probably didn't even ask about the weather.

    Oh. I've listened to so many songs over the last week. I had the sad road trip - 6.5 straight listening each direction. I heard church songs and a few of your recent posts and Q's have sent me in musical directions.

    The shit at Goo Goo is Shit. Whatever. Yeah I'm sure they'll be policing all that naked stuff. Why is it okay for head chopping and live burning to be searched in their "area" of the web? Oh nevermind it's a trap Lisa

    Who cares yeah right go for it sure. The Google.

    I'm ready for the link to the terrible awful sucky vintage band. :D

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  2. No link coming from here, my dear. That is better left to the imagination. I think, though, that I will look for a new pair of tube socks today. Everybody will be wearing them :)

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