For the past years, life has seemed to me to be dramatic as a Wagner piece. It's either merry and looking good or hell and shitstorm. There are few days that fall as neither anymore. For the very little that it matters, I protest! Dammit!
Once again I'm on my own damn nerves, which happens when there's been little sleep and lots of stupidity. Last night, the lights and shrill alarm of a SUV parked out back went off every time I was falling asleep, and this kept happening until 7:30 this morning. 6, 7 times? I lost count. Nobody came out to shut it off. It stopped after a while, each time. And as soon as I got to that slipping away point, BEEP BEEP BEEP again! There was a small gaggle of the offended out there, circling and cursing the offender, soon after the 7:30 a.m. show, but no driver/owner/asshole. When I emailed the manager to bitch, she said nobody had even mentioned it and this is what happens, the people here talk and bitch but nobody does anything.
And when I opened my email I learned that a young woman whom I'd known when she was a kid, had died of an opiate overdose. There are no words.
And will this sloggy weather stop!!!??? I can barely handle the pain. Shoot me now. Please.
The only solution to such rotten rot is very good stuff and the pursuit of very good stuff.
Like my friend Paul picking up a hitch hiker with a very sad life story, and not giving into the suspicion and cynicism we've accepted as normal. He just helped him, like a good person would. Thank you, Paul.
My brother has decided on the 3 wheeler, for which I'm so relieved I could plotz. It looks like he and Strider will both be here on the weekend of the 3rd-5th. And while they take off I'll have sheer puppy madness love to myself, a very healing thing.
And I'm in search of a car-singing pal. Someone who likes the same loud music I do, to drive around with and sing arena rock at the tops of our lungs and blow stress out. I'll put in for gas and have lots of music on cd. No 50s music, no bad hair metal, just 60s-70s-early 80s loudness. There has to be one person in town who's not an anal pseudo-musicologist or dreary old fart yet.
For total transporting goodness, there's this incredible performance at the Kennedy Center honoring Led Zep. Ann and Nancy Wilson and Jason Bonham take "Stairway" right on up:
There's Lewis Black's whole "In God We Rust" show:
With music and laughter, we can carry on through most anything.
Notes regarding Heroes and movies.
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