Hey, hey, hey
(if you're anyone, you'll recognize that as strikingly similar to the regrettable "hit" of Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson, "Say, say, say" - maybe minus the commas).
I just finished reading Talking to Girls About Duran Duran by Rob Sheffield, columnist for Rolling Stone. Book was really, really awesome. It was like "High Fidelity" (which itself is rather similar to the Sheffield's other hit book, Love Is a Mixtape), only better. It completely and utterly summarized for me not only how vulnerable it can feel to like what YOU know is great music, but how that great music can determine your steps, soothe what hurts, and speak to you. Like, really, truly speak to you.
That being said, I know it's been awhile, guys. The past few months have been great. I'm starting a new part of my life tomorrow - here goes a shot at something I know well: music.
Needless to say, Rolling Stone still hasn't hired me. I'm still waiting.
Oh, also, I saw a bumper sticker the other day in the NOLA that said, on top of a "Star Wars" background, "Metaphors Be With You."
I told this to my friend, A. He said, "Metaphors be with you, too. Hungry I am" and proceeded to ceremoniously devour an entire "wet" burrito at Juan's in under 5 minutes.
And that, friends, is the type of crowd I roll with.
