He'd been thinking about death a lot lately. He didn't know where it began, or what triggered it, although he remembered being overcome by a very strange feeling on the 24th. He'd been digging around in a desk drawer and found an old pocket calendar from 1991. Wondering what he'd done that day. There, among notes that KGMI 107.7 was to switch formats and a reminder to pay bills (and shut up!) were the words: buried my father 1 year ago today. call ellen.
That Saturday, he attended a family picnic in a park not far from his mother's home. Most of his aunt's were there, including one who was visting from California. He was struck by how old his folks were, most of them were in their 60's and quite often the coversation turned to friends and family members recently passed away.
Jezuz, he thought. That's me, innit? In another 20-30 years - me and the fellas complaining about our hips and backs and knees and how we can't get it up anymore, due to the heart medicine. My folks aren't just old now, they're like... elderly...
A couple of his pals had just purchased their first house. Others were dealing with parenthood.
At a couple of BBQ's this summer he and Aaron had been joking about how much they sounded like their fathers when discussing techniques for lighting the grill. And what was the deal with the fellas current obsession with poker?
He remembered his aunts and uncles when they were his age. Back when they were still young(ish) and strong. Back when they listened to the stuff on the radio and not "lite jazz." Back when there were parties and dancing and loud laughing and games of Nerts so intense you think the card table would break.
Still later, he was on the phone with his best friend, who'd gone to his high school 20 year reunion.
"Everybody looked fat and old." His friend told him.
He felt a tiny twinge of panic. Is this where is starts? Gold chains and hitting on women WAY to young? Would he trade his motorcycle for an old Porche? Would he try desparately to settle down with the first woman he thought he might get along with?
I watched The Venture Brothers the other night...sick and wrong. (Needless to say I laughed my ass off!)
Sampson: "Uh, why didn't you tell me Sasquatch was...a dude?!"
Anyway, if you enjoyed watching The Tick as much as I did, you'll like this.
Also, my coworker The Ricker loaned me all of the DVD from Sportsnight. Man, it's sick that this show isn't still on the air - 'cause it was brilliant. Peter Krause is now on Six Feet Under, so I guess that's good but I have never seen a show so tightly written and acted! Felicity Huffman's character, "Dana Whitaker" is the kind of neurotic smart chick I'd totally fall head over heels for (shut up, Tim!)
I also picked up Far Cry this weekend and George hooked me up with a couple of nice books! THANK YOU!
That is all.
Repeat a fib long and often enough and people will start to believe it.
This is scumfuckery of the lowest order. Especially after you consider this (via TPM):
"In a 1988 campaign-trail autobiography, here's how Dole described the incident that earned him his first Purple Heart: "As we approached the enemy, there was a brief exchange of gunfire. I took a grenade in hand, pulled the pin, and tossed it in the direction of the farmhouse. It wasn't a very good pitch (remember, I was used to catching passes, not throwing them). In the darkness, the grenade must have struck a tree and bounced off. It exploded nearby, sending a sliver of metal into my leg--the sort of injury the Army patched up with Mercurochrome and a Purple Heart."
The Girl Least Likely To
- How many times have I been around?
Recycled papers paving the ground
Well, she lives for the written word
And people come second, or possibly third
And there is no style, but I say "well done"
To the Girl Least Likely To
Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong
But deep in my heart, I know I am not
And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain
Without my contribution
So I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done"
To the Girl Least Likely To
Page after page of sniping rage
An English singe or an American tinge
"There's a publisher," she said, "...in the new year"
(It's never in this year)
I do think this, but I can't admit it
To the Girl Least Likely To
So one more song with no technique
One more song which seems all wrong ...
And oh, the news is bad again
See me as I am again
And the scales of justice sway one way
In the rooms of Those Least Likely To
Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong
But the moods and the styles too frequently change
From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29
And I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done"
To the Girl Least Likely To
Oh, one more song about The Queen
Or standing around the shops with thieves
"But somebody's got to make it !" she screams
"So why why can't it be me ?"
But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart
Which is hurt
So how many times will I shed a tear ?
And another stage of verse to cheer
When you shine in the public eye, my dear
Please remember these nights
When I sit and support with a dutiful smile
Because there's nothing I can say
So chucking, churning, and turning the knife
On everything (except their own life)
And a clock somewhere strikes midnight
And an explanation - it drains me
If only there could be a way
There is a different mood all over the world
A different youth, unfamiliar views
And dearest, it could all be for you
So will you come down and I'll meet you ?
And with no more poems, with nothing to hear
Oh darling, it's all for you...
Darling, it's all for you ...
Oh darling, it's all for you ...
Oh darling, it's all for you ...
Meats were roasted, beer was quaffed, there was much laughter and conversation. Suze brought me lemon bars! Frito baked me a blackberry pie and a chocolate raspberry cake! I got cd's, a Nicholson Baker novel (not the new one), chocolate, a uh, "kustom" calendar and one of the "arty" movies with tons of boobies innit. Somehow, we forgot to take pictures...
And even after it was all over, the cleanup was a snap! (As they say in commericals.) Thanks to everyone who came out, sent greetings or at least thought about me!
Moving on: Both the Olympics and English Premiereship started this week. I ran across this and this. And as for the latter, well, Chelsea beat Manchester United (even though a few of Man U's key players were out). It'll be interesting to see how all the new money, new coach and new players play out over the season. I will also enjoy watching Fulham, Portsmouth and Liverpool over the next few months.
Fey Ray is switching practice spaces. After jamming at Sean's for over a year and a half, we're moving back to Troy's place in Fremont - back to our roots, so to speak. We plan to concentrate on writing new material and releasing an e.p. or perhaps a full album sometime in 2005. I caught the Clash documentary on Trio the other day and was inspired all over again to create! I think we'll probably come close to trading blows birthing these new tunes, but I think it'll be worth it. Matt said, "More everything."
Lastly - I am SO getting me one of these!
The old-ometer has turned. As of yesterday 1:15PM PST, yours truly turned 37. I had a lovely day - slept in, read a bit (Kushiel's Dart - Carey's always handing me smut!) visited my mother and an aunt (up from CA) enjoyed a lovely ride along the lake in the sunshine and caught some wrasslin' on TV (and found out what happened to Dusty Rhodes, D-Lo Brown and Jeff Hardy). Later, Frito and I went to the butcher's shop in Columbia City for ribs, chicken and tri-tips for tomorrow's BBQ.
I cleaned and did some laundry, got my meats in their marinades and rubs, then caught Ju-On at The Varsity.
Ju-On had some pretty creepy moments, but it was hurt by its low budget. And after awhile, the 'monsters' aren't quite so scary. I wonder if the remake, "The Grudge" will remedy some of those problems in the way that "The Ring" improved on Ringu. Anyway, there were a couple of really great moments, a girl behind me gasped loudly at one point and some of the images were quite haunting.
Tomorrow I'm going to have to do something I've been dreading: Cleaning my room! I don't think the dust bunnies under my bed are gonna go without a fight, but if I can leap out of bed and get to it right away the heat won't have a chance to sap my strength like it did today.
Big UP! to Patty, Heidi, James and Carmel (who sent b-day wishes all the way from NYC!), Jay, my short (but sweet) comrade-in-arms Renee (whose birthday was Thursday), my sister Heidi (thanks for the nice card - I love you too!) my roommates Scott and Cindy and most of all, my mother - for making birthday's possible - even if she doesnae celebrate 'em!
I got this idea from a new friend - Hope she doesn't mind. The idea is to pick tunes for your personal movie...here's mine:
1.) opening credits: Jackie - Scott Walker
2.) waking-up scene: I Feel Like Shit - Suicidal Tendencies
3.) average-day scene: Criss Cross - Thelonius Monk/Contradictions - Azeem
4.) first-date scene: Ready - Charles Webster
6.) love scene: Cafe Europa - David Sylvian
6.1) met the love of your life scene: Anti Love Song - Betty Davis
7.) hardcore fuck scene: Gimme - Jill Scott/Pull Up to the Bumper - Grace Jones
8.) fight-with-friend scene: Don't Be a Dick - Panthers
9.) break-up scene: The Confidential Agent - American Music Club
10.) get-back-together scene: I May Hate You Sometimes But I'll Always Love You - The Posies
11.) fight-at-home scene: Wrong - Archers of Loaf
12.) depressing scene: Apology for an Accident - American Music Club/American Trilogy - The Delgados
13.) life's okay scene: Warm Funny Feeling - Fastball
14.) heartbreak scene: In Everything You Do - Mighty Lemon Drops/That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore - The Smiths
15.) mental-breakdown scene: If Winter Comes - Bright Eyes
16.) driving scene: Me and Giuliani Down by the Schoolyard (A True Story) - !!!
16.1) chase scene (*newly added category) Summertime Blues - Guitar Wolf
17.) lesson-learning scene: Stay Free - The Clash
18.) deep-thought scene: German Shepherds - Wire
19.) flashback scene: More Than This - Roxy Music
20.) getting drunk/high scene: Some Bartenders Have the Gift of Pardon - Mark Eitzel/Venus - Television
21.) party scene: Standing on the Verge of Gettin it On - Funkadelic
22.) happy/crazy dance scene: Milkshake - Kelis
23.) night driving scene: Exit Planet Dust - Chemical Brothers
24.) regret scene: Different for Girls - Joe Jackson
25.) long-night-alone scene: This Night Has Opened My Eyes - The Smiths
26.) death scene: The Luminous Rose - Robyn Hitchcock/T.R.O.Y. - CL Smooth & Pete Rock
27.) closing credits: The Sidewinder - Lee Morgan
It was a weekend of BBQ's, White Trash parties, boat races, insane traffic and beer. I got to see my friend Heidi, watch Hellboy and generally escape the chaos, and now it's back to the grind.
OTOH, it's a short week for me cuz I turn 37 on Friday and took the day off!
Several of you wrote and told me that Fay Wray has died. Actually, I was surprised she was still alive! Way back in '94, when Matt, Stu, Andy and I got together to jam for the first time, Matt showed us a composition of his called "Fay Wray." So when we were thinking about a band name for our latest version, a little spelling change fit nicely.
I've been lobbying to get the song reinstated (perhaps with new lyrics) so mabye I'll finally succeed!
A friend of mine is working on something called Wallop. It got featured in Wired recently and he tells me that they're gonna be opening invitations soon. I've been a member for over a year now, but since I can't invite anyone in, I haven't been using it much.
Actually, my friend says that the idea is to have small networks for friends actively sharing their blogs, music, pictures, etc. in a dynamic way that the other social networking sites have not quite put together yet (though flickr is pretty cool.) I'm psyched about this and you should be too. I guess they'll be allowing some invites sometime this fall, so if you want in -- let me know!
I spent several minutes while getting ready work practicing different ways to say, "No". I don't know why, but performing abolutions tends to turn my brain off and get me in touch with my subconcious. Maybe that's where I'm coming from these days...or it's a reflection of what been happening to me. When/if I figger it out, I'll get back to you.
Meanwhile! It's August already. I caught a bit of the Torchlight Parade last Saturday and the Port-A-Pottys and NO PARKING signs are going up on my street. Tomorrow the Blue Angels will be practicing for the weekend's big boat race. I, however, am getting the hell out of Dodge and going to visit my friends on the Westsiiide.
Fey Ray is playing the Black Nite Crash Bash 2 on Wednesday 8/11 at The Crocodile, I hope y'all can make it. We'll probably be playing our newish tune "Black Silk Pajamas" and another song Matt says he's got for us. On Friday, I'm celebrating my 37th birthday by going to the movies. On Saturday, we're having a Beer/BBQ bash here at Soul Heaven.
Now, on to other things. I was over at Metafilter and this article pretty much ties together all the claims made about Iraq and WMD's and debunks them. I assume that I'm preaching to the choir here, but this is the first time I've seen it all laid out.
OK. That's all for now.