Sad, Sad, Sad

A Tale of Two Fridays

Glum bum sadness bubbling up and around me like so much thick gooey lava. Last friday, as I'm certain you recall gentle blog reader, was a banner day. A time of fervor and all-out excitement. This was codified in my tune "It's Friday, Motherf*cker!" which was like me roaring from the rooftops all about how grand it was to arrive at a Friday. Today. Well not so much. Sigh.

As you know from my song "Swine Flu Blues" I had a date the other evening. A first date. A glorious first date. Or so I thought. Or rather it was on my end. So to speak. I've called. I've emailed. I've left texts and sexts and there is no apparent response from the beauty lady who I dined with Tuesday night. All that is left, I presume, is my sadness and the memory of what happened over that hot artichoke spread. Magic was created there. A powerful and virulent magic that has never been matched. Where are you and why won't you call me back??????

I know you feel it too. Please call me back baby. :(

OMG! OMG! OM MF'ing G!

My day job is among the more challenging portions of a human being's day. I cannot take coming here and working here and breathing the same air as these people, some of whom are putrid in both a stereotypical and also empirical manner. I don't enjoy putrid people; I'll go ahead and be upfront with you about that. My supervisor in particular is a person addicted to pain-killers. This incorporates a lot of questionable judgement calls regarding all sorts of items from the high-level to the medium range and also the banal. Can I share with you that I am an artist and - yes, I know, I know, I am lucky to have a job in this button-hole economy - I don't want to have to go to work. I need to be laying in bed still with the dreamy state of dreamtime floating around my head like so many fat cherubs. This is the obligation that society has to pay to the artist: not making them work!

Swine Flu Blues!

Welcome to Wednesday: the Love Greet

Wow and big buttery wham-bam wow! What a day I had yesterday. It is still moving and cursing through my veins, reminding me that I am right here breathing in the ether and how good does that feel! First things first: I stayed home sick from work yesterday and watched The Legend of Benjamin Burton (the brad pitt movie) which I am still bamboozled and reeling from in awe-faced stupefaction. So amazing that I am going to start crying if I think about it. A sweet natured black lady takes care of brad pitt when he is old and then he falls in love with Cate Hudson when he gets younger. There's more to it than that but that is the general thrusts. It's all about living and dying and breathing and how it means that you become an artist through the magic of life. You never know what's around a corner. Sometimes it's a nice black lady and sometimes it is you dying. Man, I'm not doing it justice because it's deeper than that though. Whatever, just go see it!!

The other big thing was that I had a blind date last night!! I met her online through the internet. We hit it off a lot in ways that I won't go into because I respect her privacy but she just came back from Tijuana and had a little bit of a cold. I know, I know, I probably shouldn't kiss ladies who visit mexico when swine flu is bubbling around this planet but I wanted to kiss her bad. This could be the start of something liquid and lovely. And yes, there is a song coming about her. Keep your ears pealed!!!

"It's Friday, Motherf*cker!"

Fantastic Friday!

Greetings gang. The end of the work week has come to a blissful and eruptive halt, thank God! What a terrible time I have had working this week. Yes, I understand that I am grateful to have a job but I implore you to spend 1/2 hour doing what I do with the people here, who have maladies that range from 'smells like cheese' to 'blisteringly incompetent' and everything in between. Whatever, this is part of my life so this is part of my art-making. Everything goes in!!
New song in a bit.