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2004-04-14 09:46:02 ET Well, well, well . . .I sit down to write to tell you fine folks how I've been doing and can't think of a thing to say. I guess, I've gotten too caught up in the easiness of posting lyrics that express the moment. Well, whatever . . . So, I come home last night from a rollicking symphony rehearsal and find my sister camped out at my kitchen table. Incidently, she doesn't live with us anymore. But anyway, she was there and so had to be entertained for a while. As she was leaving, I turned on my computer and in a fit of far too much energy for anyone's own good, at least at the time of night that it was, decided to listen to the Bosstones whilst I did some work. This would have all worked out in a perfect, mundane, Tuesday night manner except that my dear mother (whom, my boyfriend ;o) thinks is old and complains a lot)came upstairs from bidding my sister goodbye, heard the music, pushed back the kitchen table and proceeded to swing dance with me -in the middle of the kitchen- until I could barely breathe. I'm still not sure what exactly it was that got into her. But it *was* fun. Then, after this unexpected fun, I thought it might be time to call "the man" and apologize for being mad at him over something he had no control over. That didn't go over so good as he was all primed to defend himself and I side-swiped him by not being angry anymore. So 58 minutes and some seconds later, after we had continuously picked silly fights with one another, I finally got to go to bed. Whatever . . .Then, I couldn't fall asleep and consequently, I was very tired all day today. **sigh** Oddly enough I can think of no appropriate lyrics to post with this blog . . .hrm . . . any suggestions? "Tunnel vision is the enemy of good music. Whether it's jazz or punk or anything else, you have to fight against the purists who want to narrow the definition. That's what kills music because it stifles it to death." - Joe Strummer, 1952-2002 |
