Spellcheck is on a bender today, the little this
This one’s about Radiohead, Elton John, and Tom Waits. Also the Oxford comma, transpositions and inconsistencies
Creep by Radiohead is a fucking genius song. It’s gorgeous. Makes me think of the guy from the I’ve Got a little black book with my poems in… Pink Floyd song. It’s so fuckin’ special. Gorgeous in the way roses on the decline are gorgeous. And gorgeous like those memories that grope you in the dark are gorgeous, but also dangerous and hard to take.
I listened to it a million times at the gym this morning. Well. Six times for each of three 20 minute gruels. Glaring at everybody the whole time as you do on Radiohead.
Everybody there already knows I’m a weirdo
Then I slunk to the GO train still listening to it, sat there feeling hot and strange, and actually got off at my stop and went to work – but I swear if anybody had suggested we do something else – I would have. Especially if they’d said let’s stick it to the man, whatever that means.
Maybe I should have been a groupie
Then there’s Funeral for a Friend which I could actually conduct if the need or opportunity should arise. I have an intimate knowledge of that song and I know it’s weird to say but I felt this the very first time I heard it and I remember the way the Love Lies Bleeding part just sort of bloomed so naturally I knew what was coming.
And I wasn’t even tripping, as I recall anyway
I don’t believe in ghosts except for when something is so true and timeless that it involves all of humanity, not just the living.
But seriously if a conductor gig comes up at a venue near you pm me and I’ll get a tux or at least one of those T-shirts with one printed on the front and I’ll be happy to save the day
You’ve heard me go on about Tom Waits before, I know, but Jersey Girl makes me wonder about the quality of love I’ve been dealing in. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the power of poetry that makes me feel a little short-changed. *Sigh*
Also I’m doing the intermittent fast. That’s right motherfuckers. I don’t eat between going to bed at night and getting up in the morning. I know
Can’t wait to see the results because I wore that jumpsuit yesterday and it didn’t go as smoothly as I’d hoped. I felt like I Love Lucy and btw I bet she was short-changed because that Ricky dude was her actual husband and I bet the apple didn’t fall far from the show. Anyway. I have a long fairy unlucky which is the first time I’ve missed spellcheck at all because its actually fairly unbulky down coat and the zipper’s been fuckey for years but yesterday it stopped dead in its tracks and I had to climb out of it in the washroom at work and did I mention it’s very long, like midi-and-then-some, and I’m always dying to pee by the time I get there what with all the water and coffee. So I had to climb out of it like a cocoon, you know, with my legs crossed and you’d think that would be that but then there was all the buttons on my jumpsuit, especially the reinforced one in the middle, and then the squirm and it was a miracle I almost made it.
