This is the March of my discontent. My somewhat-reliable case of the February blues (which I thought I managed to avoid this year) decided to show up a month late this year. I've always had this problem; for as long as I can remember by the time mid-February comes I am crawling out of my skin for the season to change. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, it disappears.
So I know that sometime soon, hopefully within the next week or so, this feeling of mental paralysis will go away and we will all get along with the year. Thank God for my wife and son; I'd be feeling about a billion times worse if they weren't here. Desmond will be three months next Friday. He was baptized last Sunday and wore the same outfit that I did when I was christened a-way back in 1967. Kristen has been documenting a lot of his life on a separate blog so that our out-of-town family can see what he is up to (I don't want to link it here, but if anybody would like to check it out, leave me a comment and I will e-mail it to you). It's good to be able to click on a link and see multiple pictures of my son; it's a guaranteed mood booster.
So I get bothered by things much more easily during times like these. My thesis is driving me nuts. No, I'm driving myself nuts about it. I am so close to finishing and that seems to make it that much harder to complete. I write for a bit, I get stuck on trying to express something (it is so much easier to write in my head) and then the frustration distracts me to the point that I walk away for a bit. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I also want Hillary Clinton to go away. I'm stifling myself here, because I could easily go on and on and on about how I am completely repulsed by her. It's not gender-related; I'm sick of Bill Clinton too (and anyone who knew me in the 90s would be stunned by that admission). They will say anything to get elected (Her answer on 60 Minutes about whether Obama is a Muslim: "He's not, as far as I know." As far as you know?). They are living in a dream world-has there ever been a second-place candidate who talked openly about how the person who is currently bashing their political brains in would make a great VP running mate? But what bothers me most about them is their outrage over the Michigan and Florida primaries not counting. Everyone involved in the campaign agreed that these states would not seat their delegates, because they broke party rules. Clinton was quoted long ago as saying that she agreed that this was fair. Well, she won both primaries and now THE DELEGATES MUST COUNT, DAMMIT!
OK, enough. They are making me ill, and I am sick of the politics of entitlement. I never thought I would say this, but here goes: go away, Mr. and Mrs. Clinton. Far, far away.
Usually crabbiness means a need for a random eleven: Apple, take me away...
1. "All the Way to Reno"-REM. Another by-product of the late-winter blahs is an intense desire to road trip. All this song makes me think about right now is Vegas. I'd love to be there next week for the first four days of the NCAA basketball tournament. I've driven through Reno but that's it. I have no idea what this song means, and the fact that Michael Stipe sings "You know who you are" 100 times doesn't help decipher it.
2. "Slow Turning"-John Hiatt. One of the greatest driving songs of all time. Quite possibly has the greatest lyric in all of mankind: "And I'm yellin' at the kids in the back 'cuz they're banging like Charlie Watts." It has a banjo. Life is short and here's the damn thing about it: you're gonna die, gonna die for sure.
3. "Shiver"-Coldplay. Two questions about this: why isn't this considered one of the best rock songs of the last twenty-five years? The guitars alone clinch it. And what happened to Coldplay? A band that is capable of something like this should be exiled for ever recording a song like "Fix You." I discovered this song in the summer/fall of 2003, after moving out of my house into an apartment (something I vowed never to do when I started paying a mortgage) and having just met the woman who I would marry. It was a different, different time. I was road-tripping a lot then too. In fact, I was listening to this song in central New York when i got pulled over by a state trooper for going 85 on the Interstate, and if he had come upon me about ten seconds sooner, I would have been going 105. Just decided to open it up and see how fast I could go. Timing saved me about $250 there, I think.
4. "January Rain"-David Gray. This is an instrumental from the movie Serendipity, which was one of the dumbest movies I have ever seen. If I recall correctly, this movie has one of most ridiculous scenarios that an audience has ever been asked to believe: John Cusack is in New York at his bachelor party (he's getting married the next morning) but he's pining for a girl he met earlier who is in California blah blah blah so he and Jeremy Piven get on a flight that leaves NY at 11 PM, fly to LA, and are able to rent a car, somehow find where this girl lives and get back to the airport in time to catch a flight back to NY that gets him there in more than enough time for his noon wedding. OK. I know there's a three hour time difference but there's no way that flight out lands before 1 AM Pacific time. You rent a car at LAX, you look up and find your way to a house somewhere in the metropolitan area, you get back to the airport. It has to be at least 3 if not 4AM, which means that it is 6 or 7 in New York. You're going to get on a plane then, land at LaGuardia and have time to get dressed for a noon wedding? Right. Of course, had the movie been any good, I probably would have bought this scenario. Alas, it sucked, and shall henceforth be referred to as Serenstupidity. Thank you. And I don't really blame you if you stopped reading this particular entry a long, long time ago. I'm really not worth much as a writer when I am crabby.
5. "Revolution Earth"-B52s. One of those songs that I heard during a time when I wondered if I would ever get married. Ah, mid-20s angst. Have you ever wanted to take out your brain and use a brillo pad to erase certain memories? Yeah, me too.
6. "Ring of Fire."-Johnny Cash. Not much to say about the brilliance of this. Did I really once watch an episode of "ER" where Carrie woke up to a version of this song being sung by Grace Jones?
7. "39"-Queen. Hoo boy. Did not need to hear this song in this mood. This song completely reminds me of my father, who hated just about everything I listened to when I was a kid, but absolutely loved this song. He used to walk into my room every once in a while and say "Put '39 on" and then he would sit and listen to it without saying a word, and then say "thanks" when it was over, as he walked out of the room. I've played this song for Desmond a few times.
8. "So Cruel"-U2. Have to have the mandatory U2 song.
9. "In Bloom"-Nirvana. At least it wasn't "Lithium." There was something disturbing about seeing my nephew rock out to this song when he was fourteen. He's turned 22 since I last posted here. He was a great kid, and now he's a great adult.
10. "Screw"-The Cure. Ah. mid-1980s angst! Anything by The Cure reminds me of road-tripping to Champaign to visit friends who were going to school there while I was home looking for brillo pads. I think I went there seventeen times in what would have been my freshmen year. I used to have major regret at how I screwed up my opportunity to go to school there, but I have long since graduated from the everything-happens-for-a-reason school. This will either make you laugh or reinforce the fact that I am an idiot: the first time I went to U of I to visit with friends, I was in a dorm room with about ten other people. There was a courtyard and when I looked past that into the window of a room across it, I clearly saw a poster on the wall. It was Albert Einstein, but this was only pointed out to me after I remarked several times that I thought it was strange that a college student would have a poster of Larry Tate (for those of you under 40, he was Darren's boss on "Bewitched") on his wall. Yes, I had been drinking, but surely someone else could have made this mistake, yes? By the way, if you are feeling blue, don't read the accompanying bio for David White (the actor who was Larry Tate) after that picture; it's incredibly depressing. The dude had a tough personal life.
11. "Tusk"-Fleetwood Mac. The only highlight of this song comes at the 2:26 mark, when for some reason Mick Fleetwood (It has to be him, but I don't really know) bellows in the background "Real Savage Like!" in his best Tim Gunn voice.
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