Today is my usual post day.
I woke up with nothing to write about. Music and musical happenings around Buffalo were not at the forefront of my mind today. I woke up on the couch at 6:30AM, gazed disappointingly at the half full Glencairn glass of Talisker scotch on the coffee table, and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I stumbled twelve feet towards my bed with every intent of indulging in the sixty minutes of sleep waiting for me once I got there. I woke up a little later and hit the road over to Depew at 8AM to send my closest friend off to Las Vegas for the next five to seven years (knowing him, he'll surely complete his Ph.D. studies in five... and if he doesn't, well, nobody is going to be reading this article 5+ years from now).
Today is my day off of work this week.
I came home from wishing two of my best friends well on their journey with nothing to write about. I took consolation in hours upon hours of sunshine, Clown Shoes Hoppy Feet 1.5, and a margarita or three.
[sidenote: leftover scotch makes a great addition to both homemade guacamole, as well as, homemade margaritas... mmmmmmm, smoke!]
I sat outside, basking in the sun, listening to my "new music iPod" for a good part of the afternoon... you see, I have a bazillion and one songs on my computer, so I keep a 2GB iPod that I only put music that I am not intimately familiar with on. As I was listening through my music a song came on, as it often does, that sounded quite familiar to me. That song was "#1 Crush" by Garbage.
I have certainly heard the song before... I mean, everyone my age has seen the Leo/Claire [Leguizamo?] interpretation of Romeo + Juliet at least several times. More importantly, I probably haven't heard the song, except in passing, since its' heyday in the mid-to-late 90's.
Pretty cool song.
After listening to the song seven or eight times I got to thinking...
...and my thoughts led me to pose this question:
when is the last time you have felt that way about someone else?
Jesus, it's an intense feeling, isn't it? It's good. It's great. It's scary as shit, but it is, most definitely, great. The trick is, I think, to not let it consume you completely... but to let that passion fuel you toward your own personal pursuits. Stand on the shoulders of passion and touch the sky yourself, for loving someone else without loving oneself is an act of futility.
Of course, Shirley Manson could very well just be singing from the voice of a serial killer.
It's a fine line.
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you are mine