Love at first sight may sound trite....but it's true you know.
More music--I really am self medicating! Good goodness I've now gone to the Morrissey. Someone stop me before I get to "The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get"! Sigh. You'd think packing would keep me busy. Nope.

Have you ever done the Macarena at 5 in the morning? (final edit)

Before today I would have said no as well. Sadly I must admit that 5 in the morning is the best time to have a dance club in your car. Try the radio at that hour. You'll see. Songs I never would have listened to...songs I like but don't own.... I wonder how much harm I've done my vocal chords. It is difficult to dance when you are driving, in fact only really *cool* people can do it. At some point I tired myself out and put on U2.

I love U2. I mean....I really love U2. Bono sings (and therefore the music is tuned) a half step down and I harmonize pretty well with him....does that mean I sing off key? He mentions something about kicking the darkness until it bleeds daylight. I'm so up for that. And I'm a pacifist. Like most people I probably couldn't kick darkness in person, though. Maybe I could cyber-kick it over email.

Bono is regularly violent toward the night/darkness. He also proposes setting him alight and punching a hole right through the night...bullets raping the night of the mercifiul....he also says that the day has to beg the night for mercy love. Aww Bono. Ah nub nu.

I'm talking a lot about music. I know.

D'yer Maker.

I will not shock anyone or cause tearing of clothes and hair when I tell you that I am not a Led Zeppelin fan. Robert Plant was very hot back in the day, but the band...not feeling them. I do emphatically however, feel D'yer Maker. I can even play it on guitar (no bar chords!!). But *what* does the title mean? You know what, I don't even want to know. I hate when musicians get all pseduo-cute about a thing. I have to get up in four hours to drive. I shall listen to U2 and They Might Be Giants. Bono is going to tell me I must be an acrobat, to talk like this and then act like that. 'Birdhouse in Your Soul' is the height of real cute. Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet. And while you're at it, keep the nightlight on inside the birdhouse in your soul.

Oh I'm here babes....thinkin' of what I want to say....something about being calm. Or those new McDonald's cheesesteaks....this is, how you say...a placeholder.

Yes I did erase a post yesterday and I do believe the level of affection would have grown considerably. But there are some happenings in Africa and South Carolina I should like to discuss sometime today or tomorrow--I'll be driving a lot and I definitely will not bring Elvis along.

I don't sleep I dream.
I remember Michael Stipe singing that on Saturday Night Live, adorably averting his eyes to the floor when reaching the "Am I good in bed? I don't know, I guess so" lines. I am too sleepy to say much more than that because I fell asleep sitting here reading "The Wild Palms" by Whatshisface Faulkner...This may be the best novel of all times, especially for a quote freak like me. I can't believe that a woman could leave her children even whilst saying things like "the value of love is the sum of what you have to pay for it and anytime you get it cheap you have cheated yourself." Now that's some sentimental baloney that only works in fiction. Still, the book really is quite good. But did someone say that Howard Dean has the most delegates at this point? Wow, that's irritating. I'm supposed to be moving. Also irritating. The future is glorious. Just keep saying that.

Other subjects for email. :-)

Hey, what about that book you're writing?
Is your favorite Van Morrison song "Sweet Thing" or "Jackie Wilson Said (I'm in Heaven When You Smile)"?
Do you like onions in your cheesesteaks?
Who do you want to win best actor?
Is John Kerry the next Democratic party nominee?
Who's zoomin' who?

Shucks y'all. I just really like the guy. That's all.

The future is glorious. Yeah, yeah, and guitars.

"When I gave notice I said I had to go
because a glorious future was waiting
(it is for most of us, it's just a question
of how long we're going to put it off)"--K.M. Dersley

I thought we'd all appreciate thoughts of a glorious future.

I'm feeling ridiculously. That happens when you get something back you thought you'd lost, fumble it, and lose it again.

It would be quite artificial to talk about guitars right now so I've shortened my comments to these:
I can play guitar. I can't play bar/barre chords. :-)

Until the End of the World.

Was just thinking about this soundtrack. It is amazing. Elvis Costello, REM, U2, Talking Heads, Lou Reed...Nick Cave.... amazing. Not terribly happy but amazing. I first heard it when I was 17 but I didn't really *get* it until years later. Like most things I'm sure. There's a song on this cd that is particularly relevant and running through my head right now which I didn't *get* until a month ago. Or maybe I got it but on a different level. I digress.

The film is quite painful in good and bad ways. Like all Wim Wenders films it has achingly beautiful sentiments and grand ideas but presents them in a way that is unfulfilling. Unfulfilling and long and ultimately depressing. William Hurt and Sam Neill are in it--they love films like that apparently. The film is set in 1999 when the earth is in imminent danger from some nuclear deal or other--and people become as self-absorbed as ever. William Hurt gathers images for his blind mother and conflict ensues.

I feel like having a Wenders film festival. I've just thought of the library scene in Wings of Desire and am having a change of heart. I'm older now--perhaps they wouldn't seem so long or unfulfilling. I haven't seen Until the End of The World since I was...about 20. Hmm. Happy to hear recommendations for least depressing and most fulfilling Wenders film.

But the soundtrack. Particularly good if you've lost something. Or if you've found something.

Okay, a little Neruda. Just a tiny bit:
"That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there."

Golden Globes and Pumpkin Nights.

I find it charming that they sit at tables and drink during the Golden Globes. I have funny feelings about awards shows as I've mentioned here. A mixture of wonderment and jealousy....and the feeling that it is all so masturbatory. But, I like dressing up and red carpets and statuettes. Creative people are my people and recognition is important. And I love film so much....we've been through this. Ahem.

I also love dark nights. Dark nights force reliance on what we think we know about the world. What we remember. The eyes are almost useless. You really have to feel your way through a dark night.

But when it's about to snow here, the night sky turns a strangely bright and warm shade of pumpkin. Isn't that lovely? There's a distinct dearth of loveliness in modern America, and then that sky goes and does that.

Then falls the snow. Like all beautiful things snow is better before daybreak.