Twenty minutes to midnight on a Thursday.
Lately I’ve been conking out at midnight. It’ll probably happen again tonight. I’ll type until it does.
They say the Devil Winds will return this weekend. It’ll be weirdly hot in the daytime, desert-cold at night. Everything that happens now must be looked at as if Global Warming is to blame. Who knows? I can honestly say that I won’t be around to suffer the worst of it. I’m too old. You kids, though — you should be screwing in more CFL‘s, and getting out of those big SUV’s. Ride your bikes to work. I’ve thought about riding a bicycle to work. But it’s fifteen miles. I might be able to handle that much of a ride, but I’d get to work all sweaty and wearing those tight little bicycle shorts. I don’t have locker room facilities there, so I’d look silly all day, and smell, too. It would be a good smell, though. The honest sweat of a hard-peddlin’ man. What the hell — nothing I could do now could make them think I’m any kookier.
The band is taking up most of my non-sleeping, non-eating, non day-gigging hours. I’m having fun, but I miss my bloggin’ buddies. In some ways I’ve missed them since the beginning. By them, I mean “you”. Maybe I’m lonelier than I think I am. Would that be possible? To think you’re not lonely, but actually be lonely? I know I never seem to get enough of people, even though they are maddening, unmanageable creatures. I’m certainly getting my fill of real live people these days, because I am an Entertainer. I sing for them. The ones who don’t like it never tell me. I only hear from the ones who enjoy it, so my head’s getting real big. Sometimes it expands so much that I have to lie down and think of Joe Dimaggio for a while, so it will subside enough to let me get through the door. Ha ha, just kidding. I have to think of Sandy Koufax.
I’ve been a blogger for three years now. I heard about blogs and I started reading them in the summer of 2004, and I developed an unnatural fascination with this one blogger chick named Melissa, and the Presidential election was coming up, which I thought I had important things to say about, so in October of that year I signed up with Blogger and started posting. I was unable to influence the outcome of the election, and I never got anywhere useful with Melissa, who turned out to be sort of an illusion anyway. The following year I wrote a political protest song expressing my feelings about the election (and associated crap), and I’m still going to write a song about Melissa, try to get a little closure there. President Bush will have his presidential library, and Melissa will be immortalized in song.
I think they’d both like that, going forward.
10 Replies to “Going Forward”
I remember that photo! I remember that female. I used to read her, but Gott knows whether I could wend my way back to her site! I’ve forgotten as much as I’ll ever know about the blog world… What does that mean? I’m not the one with the answers…
Sounds kind of blissful, all in all, even the twinges of loneliness. Somehow, life is never quite as beautiful without a small shimmer of melancholy to keep the poetry alive.
Hey, remember that one guy that was a professional writer that put everyone on with his made up problems and divorce and single fatherhood bullshit?
That was fun.
Think I’ve been missing this whole blogging thing too. Anyway, I’ve been a silent guest at your site for the last few months and now I’m ready to comment and stuff. Keep on rockin’ in the free world, Senor Jones.
Ron – Her old site is gone.
kStyle – I need the loneliness to keep the melancholy alive.
Adreeyin – I thought we’d lost you. I’m glad to hear from you again. (I remember that phony. Evidently he’s getting what he deserves as a “professional writer.” Nothing.)
We miss “you” too. But, (and I’m sure I speak for others here) we’re glad when we click over here to find a new post.
Gotta be careful with people on the Internetz.
And now, I think I might download a little Allman Brothers.
I think we were all a little unnaturally obsessed with her. Strange what pictures and words alone can do to the imagination, don’t you think? I have been lonely when I didn’t know it. It really depends, I think, on how you define your loneliness. Everyone’s is not the same. I’m sure of that.
And I miss you too.
and Iâ€™m still going to write a song about Melissa,
great title … like to at least read the lyrics some time
Blue Girl – I want to be one of those people who posts hilarious and/or relevant and/or revelatory items every single day, and who has thousands of readers and who responds pithily to every single comment. And a pony. I also want a pony. And I want The Allman Brothers to go lie down and be quiet. They don’t know Melissa.
Holly – What is this? I mention one old fantasy and my earliest bloggin’ buddies return from the cyberdead. This must be my ultimate humiliation: My own posts are ignored, but people congregate here to reminisce about other peoples’ blogs. (And you’ll never know what was going on in my imagination when I saw those pctures of you jumping off a cliff.)
Jonny – There are a few other projects ahead of my song about Melissa, but I will be sure to post the whole thing here when it’s finished.
Welcome back, old bloggin’ buddies.
Can you fill in the newbies on Melissa?
kStyle – Check your email for the sordid details, and the wholesome ones.
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