I'll begin again. That last piece of writing sucked. Dead, flat droning. Last night was the Full Moon. Snow, Wolf, or Hunger. Take your choice. I watched it rise from the front seat of my car sitting in the parking lot in front of the studio drinking a Dale's Pale Ale and listening to jazz. I felt fine enough, maybe even the old spark.Fool me once, that's okayFool me twice, I like it that way.
Later. . . there was music. It is bad to listen to music on a full moon, maybe. It is all irrational, all emotional. Memory mixed with desire, etc.
I got a message from a friend of the blog who hasn't been around for a long time. "Call me, bitch." I am very bad at that. Not much for chit-chat. But it had been a long time, and I dialed her number. We caught up, traded heart-broke stories, made a play date. It was late. The whiskey wasn't as good as it can be. Didn't seem strong enough, somehow.Cotton candy, apple sweetI can't get enough of what's bad for me
Fucking songwriters tapping into emotion. It was late. Maybe it was the moon, or maybe I should quit drinking. Woke at four with all the shit and horror raining down. What is there to do but turn on a light somewhere in the house, put on some more music, and lie back down.
Back around, I came back around
All I found was an empty lotAnd a ticket stub said, 'Thanks a lot.'
Maybe I've spent too many days at the carnival. Too many nights.
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Jesus Christ, I've just spent an hour trying to embed this song only to find that it is somehow blocked. If you are interested, you will have to click the link.
ReplyDeleteI thought the dialogue exchange at the grocery store was pretty good. Didn't like one part of her description. The word "swarthy" as I think of men when I hear that word - but anyway there is always something in the writing -- whatever it was that did the igniting -- and sometimes those flames burn almost perfectly and other times -- they flame out --but that initial spark is always there. Does that even make sense? Probably not.
Yes. Happy Lisa. I posted a long story about the night here but then deleted it because who the fuck really cares about that it was crazy as ever.
We have 20 foot snow banks. I believe Hell is Frozen Over and always has been.
I'm going to LA in 2 weeks. I always am a nervous wreck about now. About flying, terrorists, crashing -- you know all those nutty things. But also can't wait to get there. I will then need to buckle down and get my ass working again. So hard to do my job this time of year with 20 feet of snow.
Never heard of this singer. What a great song and sexy voice.
Who hasn't had too many days/nights at the carnival at your age? My age? I mean if you aren't buying tickets for something - what's the point? Some people like the ferris wheel, others roller coasters -- some folks just like to go for the tractor pulls & fried dough. And some people don't miss a thing.
What the hell am I on about?
Gosh. To SeanQ - I felt very sad when I read your post about your Pop dying. And whatever words are acceptable to receive from a stranger about a most personal loss -- insert here.
There is so much good music out there that few people ever hear, it is crazy. So much talent all over the world. Just like me :)
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