April Come She Will

I am so glad I can play the guitar, even though I am not that good at it.  But I can play this.  And, let's be honest.  The only reason anybody ever picked up a guitar in the first place was to play it for someone they loved. 

This Too Shall Pass

Does anybody else find this, which OK Go won't let me embed,  incredibly inspiring?  Or maybe the video below?  Wow, I just love our whole species so damn much. 



Also, I saw Crazy Heart with a lady friend of mine.  Not nearly as sad as The Wrestler, I'm glad I saw it. 

Crazy Heart

I haven't seen Crazy Heart yet.  I think that is one I will wait to see until it gets sunny and/or warmer.  I dunno, though.  Anybody out there wanna convince me otherwise?  Something tells me it's gonna be heartbreaking, am I wrong?  It seems like The Wrestler but with a guitar and no Pile Drivers.




Wait, also, I used to drive that Suburban.  Who knows, maybe its the same one.  Of course, mine had a big dent in the right side from when I backed it into a pole.

"She made up someone to be. She made up somewhere to be from."

One day I will use this song in a film.  Probably I will star in that film and I will be a private detective. It will be my autobiography.    

A friend gave me an iTunes gift card, which means I can continue to buy all of the amazing songs I hear on KRCL and tag with my iPhone.  That's the best thing my iPhone has done for me... really, it's the only thing it has to offer.

"Don't let a fool kiss you... don't let a kiss fool you."  Who does Tom Waits think he is? Gee whiz.



Sometimes I feel anxious because there is so much good stuff to be seen and so many good people to "connect" with, for lack of a better word, and I am afraid of all that I am missing.  This used to fear used to paralyze me, kind of like those goats on youtube that freeze when you scare them, but I have gotten so much better.  Now, I kind of like the feeling.  When I say anxious, I mean like I feel the same way I would feel if I ran into a bear in the woods.  Does David pee in his pants when he encounters a bear in the woods?

Also, does anybody else like The National?  I noticed of the last 5 songs I have tagged, two have been by them.  I think I like these guys.  Right now I am listening to "Fake Empire,"  there is so much good stuff... too much.

somethings coming

I would have to say today was pretty fantastic.  I spent several hours with a new-ish friend who feels like an old friend.   We ate fantastic food and watched parts of a few amazing movies and talked about books and art and people and soap and respect... you know, like the respect like the Indians respect stuff.  Like trees.  

I passed my Statistics test with flying colors.  Well, flying enough, anyway, especially considering the sickly circumstances.

I got this amazing Coach bag.

 

 I got this amazing camera bag.

I considered buying this beautiful desk, but then came to my senses.

I opened up the drawer and saw this little note, which made me kind of sad... but who knows, maybe it turned out alright for them.

Also, I have been receiving mysterious postcards in the mail.  I got this one last week. 

And this one just today

 

 

Maybe they aren't as mysterious as all that, but, unsigned postcards with inspirational drawings and messages I think can be accurately described as mysterious no matter what you think.

Unfortunately I did not take the time to change the pictures so that they would be facing the right way, but I got a thing I gotta do in 40 minutes and still need to shower and put on my new suit.

I also ate 3 apples. I love apples, but not green ones.  

All in all, I kinda feel like this and its a good feeling...

I should have taken acid with you. You know what I mean.

   I love March.  It's so hopeful.  Also, its kind of wonderful how doing a few simple things that make you happy really does help make you happy.  It's also wonderful how eliminating a few simple things that make you unhappy really does help make you not unhappy.  I think I was loaded down a little too much at the beginning of this year and then I loaded myself down a little too much at the beginning of this semester, but trimming the fat feels good.

   Also, and you might think I am too old for this, but you'd be wrong, there is nothing as exhilirating as talking with a beautiful and intelligent woman.  I really love March, even if it's raining, or if it decides to snow.

   Even better than march are a lot of good friends and family members who want whats best for me.  I don't know where I'd be without those.

I guess what I am getting at with all of this is just saying thanks.

I guess what I am also trying to say is

Cheer Up Charlie

Sometimes, the cheerless don't need that stupid "Cheer up Charlie"Song from that Willie Wonka movie, sometimes they need this instead.


70 Million by Hold Your Horses ! from L'Ogre on Vimeo.

Some Musings About Love, Mermaids and the Evils of CannibAlism

First of all, I would like to give a big "Shout Out" to Lisa Ruefenacht, who is really awesome and very lonely because her man lives in Texas.  Man, Texas.  Who does Texas she think she is?

Also, I wanna talk about The Swimming Song.  This song, like no other, has the ability to cause me to cry almost immediately.  If you see me and can hear this song, I am probably holding back tears.  This song reminds me of Lee Stratford, he showed it to me.



Once, Becca Thomas, a friend of mine and Lee's wrote a movie about us and for us to act in.  In the movie Lee was very sad and anxious and terrified about life and women.  He sought me as his friend and oracle (and I think it was supposed to be implied that maybe I was in love with him).  So, I took him to a swimming pool to help him overcome his fear of water as a first step to living free and happy.  I taught him to swim.  I thought it was sweet.  While we were under the water he met a beautiful mermaid and learned how to love her and lived happily ever after.   I actually met two ever more beautiful mermaids and they tried to kill and eat me.  I learned to not let mermaids, or anything for that matter kill and/or eat me no matter how beautiful they are.  It seems that I had a thing or two to learn also. 

Anyway, my point is that Becca obviously new about my love for this song and Lee and wrote the movie based on them.

PS.  I am absolutely going to do some informal swimming in a reservoir this summer.

This post used to be about how horribly sick I have been since Tuesday, but I decided it was a bit too mopey.  It's true,  I have been feeling ill and this post is still a shameless plea for something to happen.  Call,send a telegram, come over and light my house on fire.  I'm bored.  Any change would be welcome.  Reading makes me nauseated so I can't study until that calms down.  Movies give me a headache.  My fever has been gone long enough to guarantee I am no longer contagious, so don't worry about catching the flu from me when you come over to light the house on fire.  I can't spread it.

I was talking with Electronic Lisa today and she asked me how I was feeling, I said, "Have you seen The Never Ending Story? Where Artax gives into the sadness in the swamp of despair? Yeah, it's prety much just like that."

But seriously, folks, who watched this as a child and didn't cry?  Nobody.  Jeffrey Dahmer bawled at this part.



If anybody out there has not seen this movie you need to change that right away.  I will help, you can ask me.  If you bring it t my house and watch it with me this weekend, I will name my guitar after you.  I am serious.  Not just my acoustic Norman,  I am talking about my Electric Blue 1962 Reissue American Strat with the Rosewood fretboard.  Strats don't get any prettier.  It's a good guitar. 

Goodbye Blue Monday

I watched Moon and The Hurt Locker yesterday.  I watched them each twice.  I am going to take a break from sad movies and other sad things until at least the end of February, probably the end of March. Maybe forever.