Today’s Words:
tyke
speckled
ambassador
diamond
shadow
schmecky
real

There’s a book called I’ll Take You There: Pop Music and the Urge for Transcendence. It’s about how modern culture listens to music to get those glimpses of communion people used to get in church. I agree totally. I’m the generation, of course.

Sometimes we sit around
Just the two of us on the park bench
Sometimes we swim around
Like the dolphins in the ocean of our hearts
But then I think about the time
When we broke up before the prom
And you told everyone that I was gay, OK
Sometimes I walk around the town
For hours just to settle down
But I take you back and you kick me down
'Cause that's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it

That’s LFO Every Other Time. I love it.

I’ve always found music cathartic. But dude, is catharsis the same as transcendence? I posit no. I posit that it is a speckled ambassador to the realm of God. Emotional billows of borrowed pain give the illusion of release, but it’s all a pale shadow of true surrender.

But maybe it is some kind of left-hand path, glorifying attachment and the tragedy, the melodrama, the Everything I Do, I Do It For You, the Every Breathe You Take, I’ll Be Watching You. Maybe it’s POSTMODERN GOD. We detach by reveling in our attachments, giving ourselves over to them, rolling in the dung of their absurdity until our egos offer themselves up, spent.

Whatever - does it matter? 2012 approaches and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun! Should I get a schmecky and a diamond and a tyke? Look how those just lined up! But no, that’s not my dream-realm. I want a house though, lately, in a vague, picking up fliers kind of way. I can’t get that scene from Carrington out of my head, where she paints the whole wall in the living room like a mural but better in it’s inside-ness. I would feel so Heaven is a Place on Earth waking up to that each day.

Baby Baby, Seasons Change. A Change Would Do You Good.

That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore.

Friend is a Four Letter Word.