February 20th, 2004

Shoulda thought ahead

An open letter to the Blues Man of Alewife

Dear Sir-

I’m not sure how you manage to do this, but I’m never quite sure what it is that you’re playing when I hear your slurred drawl and your lazy guitar pickin’ from the top of the escalators. The best I can tell is that you are not the Off-Key Fife Guy or the Just-Because-You-Sing-At-Church-Doesn’t-Mean-You-Can-Sing-Lady. For that, at least, I can think that fortune has smiled on me. I do again when I realize that what you’re playing is edgy, experimental, and utterly unrefined.

When I catch sight of you, too tall and got up in duds Jake and Elwood would be proud of (assuming they could appreciate beige and corduroy), I know that the change is coming. I can almost see the gleam in your eye through those cheap sunglasses. You’re going to switch things up. A slight change and low delta blues, unmistakable now, roll down the stairs after me as I head for the platform. "Of course," I think to myself, happy in spite of (or perhaps because of) the sad notes that reduce everything to its most basic form. Yeah, I might be sad or bored or in pain, but others have known all of that, too.

I'm rarely the only one who's smiling.

Don’t ever change.

-me
Le théâtre de l'absurde

Briefly out of context

"I wanted to be a kung fu monk when I was a kid... Things didn't work out." -Said by one of our techies while walking back from lunch in Chinatown.

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This post won kzookitten's coveted Most Hunger Inducing Award. I was delighted by this.

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Mary Lou Lord made it to the cover of this week's Phoenix

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I like The Shins. Even if they're not British. Or something.

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Reading over past entries has convinced me that I really don't like the way I write. It's a little like not liking the sound of your own voice on the tape recorder. This, incidentally, makes me think I should change my answers in Betsy's poll.