Elizabethtown. I have blogged before about this movie. Drew Baylor’s ultimate journey to know his dead father. Anyway Sara’s good friend Ashley’s father passed away suddenly on Sunday (I believe). I don’t know what that’s like. To loose someone you are close to. Luckily it hasn’t happened to me yet. The reason I bring up Elizabethtown is because there is a part where Chuck a guy who’s having his wedding at the same place Drew is having his fathers memorial says “Death and Life, Life and Death together here.” That’s sort of a profound situation. Sara and I share that same thing with Ashley’s mother. Here we are starting our life together and unfortunately and very sadly her life with her husband is over. Why is it when someone dies then and only then do we think about our own mortality? In the situation I was in (before Sara) I never thought about things like my death and how it would affect others. I knew my family would be sad and what not but I didn’t have kids or a wife to worry about. Larry left his family very well off so there is some comfort in that I suppose. I guess the concept of we is greater to me now than I thought it was before. If I were to pass away suddenly Sara and our children if we have some by then will be sad. The same is true for me if something was to happen to Sara. The sadness that Ashley and her mother or even Kasey my sister in law has faced is sort of beyond my understanding. I just pray we are all okay. I know that’s a strange prayer. It’s what everyone wants. I feel all I can ask for is a few years with Sara and my family. Just enough for them to know that I love them. As I said it’s the same prayer everyone has. My thoughts and prayers go out to Ashley and her family. May god shine his love on you in your time of need.
Tonight I am going to go see the punk band X. Don’t really care for their music but Ryan Adams loves them and I like John Doe’s solo stuff. John Doe is the lead singer in the band. Although his solo material is more like country roots style music. The reason I am going is because it was 2 tickets for the price of 1. It’s really hard for me to pass up a deal. So this will be my first ever punk show. As I was laying in bed talking to Sara I was curious what I should wear exactly. Seeing as I am not a punk we decided it would be best for me to purchase a black t-shirt (from the GAP…very punk) and wear that with jeans (Lucky brand….also very punk). Punk shows rock already, you don’t have to dress up for them! I will let you know how it goes on my blog tomorrow. I am sort of excited. I feel like I will be shoulder to shoulder with spike haired freaks who think the Sex Pistols are gods. A new crowd if you will. Who knows maybe I will dig it? Come home shave my head except for a Mohawk and get a god save the queen tattoo on my bare head. Then sit around with my buddies and play 3 cords really really really fast. In this scenario Sara has left me obviously which only would add to my stylistic and screw authority and possession situation in life. Her leaving would also help me write a ballad that would most likely make us famous and therefore no longer cool. Then and only then would I be an adequate punk. Sorry just got off topic. Rambling in my head. I’m sure I will hate it just wait and see.
David a guy I work with received an Easter basket from a vendor for a big order he placed. Anyway he has let the entire office eat out of this basket. I choose to chew some gum. Super bubble to be exact. The second I saw it I had fond memories of chewing it when I was playing baseball. Enjoying the gum with a big wad similar to the major leaguers I idolized (although they had chewing tobacco). So I grabbed up a few pieces. Man this stuff sucks. It sticks to my teeth with every chew and looses its flavor in about 8 nanoseconds. What was I thinking when I was younger. Maybe that’s why I had such a wad if you put 87 pieces together you get some flavor that lasts for a few seconds. Awful. Again memories from my childhood are replaced by the realities of getting older and some would say more crotchety. I am going to get a Cadbury egg. I know I still like those I had one at valentines!
Well musically speaking I bought the new Black Crowes Album. It’s okay. Two tracks stood out. Daughters of the Revolution (the main single), and Josephine. Other than that the album is sort of long and forgettable. I wish the Crowes could get back to 3 minute southern rock instead of 5 minute southern rock. I know that sounds stupid what’s 2 minutes right? Well two minutes is a long time of listening to the same thing. Especially when the entire album is like that 12 songs at 5 minutes a piece is an hour of drawn out supposedly catchy rock. If you did it my way you would have 38 minutes. Which is 3 minutes for every song, except the longer slower ballad? It would work much better trust me. I once wrote a review of Chris Robinson’s second solo album “This Magnificent Distance” that clocked in at a whopping 79 minutes. In my review I wrote that if you have one day to live listen to this album because every listen lasts a freaking eternity. I see he has shown his band the wrong path. I don’t hate the album but I feel like its just okay! Maybe even worse than that.
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