The truth is, that no matter how much I love my daughter and my wife and, generally, my life, there are still days that it all seems pretty fucking pointless.
Not pointless in a "Oh, Jaysus! Hep me! Imma gonna blow offin' my head" kind of way.
Just in a "I'm feeling sorry for myself and no amount of Prozac is gonna fix it" kind of way.
That lower-middle-class-whiney-white-boy way.
Where you realize that how you thought things would turn out when you were 24?
Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
And the way my life turned out is, in many ways, better than I could've ever hoped for and in other ways.......well, not nearly as good as I thought it would. ( let's leave the specifics out of it, for my sanity's sake )
The hilarity of a 34 year old man complaining online is not lost on me.
If I weren't me, I'd make fun of me.
There, I got it all out and I feel better.
On a completely unrelated note, I really, really love Chris Whitley. I have since he released "Living with the Law" in, I think, 1991. ( sadly, he died in 2005 )
You hear a lot of noise about Stevie Ray Vaughn when you live in Austin, and I always want to sit down these SRV devotees and play them "Living with the Law" and go, "See, now THAT'S an incredibly tasteful guitar player who can also write great songs"
It's a damn shame the man didn't get more credit or widespread success, he was a brilliant musician.
I sincerely encourage you to check out his stuff. ( "Dirt Floor" is another amazing record that he recorded, literally, off the dirt floor of a barn. Just him and a dobro. No overdubs. No studio trickery. It's a testament to what writing great songs is really about and the kind of album that most of today's artists wouldn't EVER have the heart or guts to make )
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Your transition from dissatisfied inner turmoil and angst (in which I am quite well versed by the way. It's lovely to have someone else to whine with) to your passionate promotion of "Dirt Floor" was actually kind of inspired...
Sort of an ADHD "Look a bird!" change in topics -- only without all the twitching and hyperactivity. Not just anybody could pull that off.
Now, on a totally unrelated note, if I am forced to read about yet ANOTHER olympic athlete charged with doping, I will lose all faith in the concept of self pride and the power of the human spirit.
Sigh. See, Michael? The unexpected and sudden change of topic? I just couldn't pull it off. I obviously and woefully lack your mad skills.
You're my idol, man.
My parents had a restaurant in the Depot District (back when it was just a restaurant and not a whole district) and they had a particular band that played from time to time on weekend nights. My mom always complained they were too loud, and traded my dad front-of-house and back-of-house duties so she could hang out in the kitchen rather than yelling, "what? Medium-RARE?" at customers all night.
It was Stevie Ray Vaughan.
i am having one of those days as well... and i'm only 25. how badly will my life deteriorate in the next 10 years? will our dreams of rascal scooters and scaring every single person we interact with ever be more than just a dream?
excuse me now, i must go sit in my closet in the dark rubbing dashboard confessional lyrics all over my body and hope for a papercut...
It will spiral, Muenzler, it will spiral.
Actually, I think you'll do great things and continue to be, bar none, the most revolting person I know.
As far as the Rascals?
Someday.............someday.......
And thank you Tammy and Erin, I'm not surprised.
I find Stevie Ray Vaughn virtually unlistenable. ( I think the only good song he ever wrote was "Life by the Drop". Everything else is just blues wanking, which, in my humble opinion, is about as interesting as watching someone juggle )
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