Thursday, April 14, 2016

This is 40: Dancing in the dark

Bruce Springsteen was only 35 when this song hit big. Call it premature enlightenment. Or call it another smart Springsteen song ruined by mid-80s bombastic pop production.

I get up in the evening
And I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help
Messages keep getting clearer
Radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I want to change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
Baby I just know that there is
You sit around getting older
There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
Come on baby this laugh's on me

Saturday, April 02, 2016

This is 40: Lifetime Piling Up

I've always felt that the song "Lifetime Piling Up" by Talking Heads was at least partially about feeling old. It started to resonate with me in my early 30s. All the more so during what can only be described as a mild, mostly-existential crisis that accompanied me turning 40 in 2015.

Imagine my amusement to discover this song came out the year David Byrne turned 40.

I can see my lifetime piling up
I can see the days turn into nights
I can see the people on the street
Open those windows up
A hundred floors below me
Pilin' those houses up
Pilin' them higher, higher, higher
I can feel them swayin' back and forth
Building it higher, higher
This tower's leaning over. 

I've been sleeping a lot lately. I'm TIRED. Life just keeps piling up. In my more lucid moments I know my life is great, and 41 is relatively young....just...zzzzzzzz.....sleep is so good...

The video for this song is clips of old Talking Heads videos. Nope. You don't get to do that unless you're Johnny Cash.

Friday, March 25, 2016

Happy Friday, whosever Friday it is today

One of the things I miss about being a bartender was being able to control the music on a busy night so you could drop in a song like this every once in a while. For 30 to 60 seconds it looks like everyone hates it, then the first phone goes in the air to Shazam it.

Friday, February 19, 2016

Prayer from the apostle Zevon

Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, alright?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight

Saturday, January 09, 2016

Farewell, Odin

Odin weighed over 20 pounds when I started volunteering at the shelter. This was down from the 30 he weighed when he got there.

Yes, Odin. He was godlike in that he was massive, but I'm pretty sure Norse mythology has no room for extra-large goofy-ass four-legged gods who shit in a box.

Odin was a delightful cat, if needy. It was easy to theorize that his owner fed him every time he wanted attention. You could hug him like a teddy bear. He loved me because I was the only one who would pick him up. He did weigh less than a case of beer. 

He didn't lose enough weight and he didn't lose it in time. Like so many overweight people and animals before him, he had a heart attack and died.

Hey, housecats get memorial posts, some shelter cats should get 'em too.