I always wanted to be Heman {or Orco, it was always a toss up}. We all want to have super powers of some sort. That’s the sole reason anyone has ever been a rock star. Ever. It’s the closest we get to real life super heroes {even Hollywood doesn’t come as close as the local bar act who gets up there every weekend and hammers through a set that they just know is the best music on the planet}. Bear with me on this post, it’s going to be a bit out there {I mean honestly, I led with Masters of the Universe}.
I really hate blogging using someone else’s computer. Or at least when that computer is a futuristic computer with a hard as beans to use keyboard. Honestly, sliming down the height of each key in no way makes it faster or easier to type. I wish they would standardize the location of all extraneous which fall outside of the standard QWERTY arrangement because no one should have to suffer the amount of backspace whiplash I’m incurring upon my right hand. But really, let me rant, it is after all my twenty sixth birthday today {TWF will be two years old in about a month}, so I think I deserve a little self indulgence this day. Especially considering that so far I haven’t seen a single real friend of mine {about eighty percent of them live hours and hours away}, I spent all day substitute teaching a kindegarten class {which I do find to be wicked amounts of fun, but not really in a birthday-centric way}, and I played around on my guitar for awhile wondering if a gift certificate I just got to a local guitar store will go towards an amp or a ukelele. But back to my main point, the standard layout of all keyboard keys. We have standards for USB 2.0, Blu-Ray, Divx, mp3, ad naseum, but we can’t all agree on where the delete button should be placed in relation to the backspace? Is there some global conspiracy of CEO’s scheming to permanently hook all of there first time customers on their specific arrangement of keys so that they’ll never move on and buy a new/better/Asian brand?
Just to let you know that’s not all that goes on in my mind. I’m seriously trying to write an epic song about the life of a snowflake {I contemplated writing an entire concept album about the life of a snowflake from snow to water to river to ocean to evaporation to snow, but I’m not Sigur Ros and I don’t have the talent to create soundscapes. Yet}. I also finished reading an excellent book, Love is a Mix Tape, which spins an interesting weave of music history, mix tape making history, love, grief, and loss. Basically it’s everything I ever wanted a two hour read to be. It has music and it has melancholy; what more could I possibly want? {Well I guess I could ask for more useless uses of the semicolon but I believe I’m covering my need for those in this post}. I agree with the statement that love is a mix tape. I think that in the end love is really the desire for someone to know you completely and still desire to sit across from you at a diner {sitting next to each other is for the bus or the front seat, nowhere else}. And a mix tape allows you to take things that you passionately love, sometimes secretly, put them together in an order that you think is perfect and shamelessly shove it into someone else’s life, hoping that they too will think that it is great. It takes a lot of daring to put together a mix tape and even more moxie to give it away {and maybe even more to hope that it makes a difference}.
So tonight I’ll probably sit at home, play some video games on Xbox Live {halo3 seems to be my drug of choice as of late - and I’m decent at it}, and watch the latest episode of One Tree Hill {only because Dawson’s Creek had the worst ending of a series ever, The OC was rightly canceled, new episodes of Gossip Girl haven’t started to air yet, and I’m hoping One Tree Hill will redeem the high school drama genre in the end}. Last weekend I threw a killer party with loads of friends, drinks, and some fire thrown in the mix. I remember staying up until four, we finished a bottle of Bushmills, and there was generally a lot of fun passed between good people {so don’t go thinking I’m doing something lame for my birthday, I already had most of my fun}.
And, yes, this still is a music blog although over the past week or so I’ve been editorializing like it’s my job. But in a sense this is my job {I currently average, after expenses, -2 dollars a month on running this little slice of heaven so I reckon I’m functioning about as well as most other business in the US}. Here’s a song that I love and I hope you love it to. It always brings back the best of all memories, however I’m currently remembering them, and I hope it hits a warm spot in your life too.
mp3 : Cheers - Opening Credits
This is the song from the television show called Cheers. If you’ve never heard of the show you better either live across the pond, be under the age of 13 {in which case it’s obvious your parents don’t care about you, I mean you are reading this blog, so go watch Cheers, it can’t hurt}, or be on your way to the closest retailer to fix this mistake in your life. I recommend season one and season two. They’re both classic. I also opted to include the actual opening credits for the show as opposed to the original song by Gary Portnoy. The full track is simply too lame and doesn’t go near as far as the theme song at conjuring up wonderful memories.
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