The Great Confusion
It is simply pissing down rain outside, and the wind is howling around the valley. My back fence blew down this afternoon, just after 4, as I was sitting in my office, sipping a rather potent margarita and mutterling darkly to nobody in particular (nobody else was home) invective and indignities about the State of Affairs Today. I was just sitting there, looking out at nothing, which included the back fence, when the whole thing just seemed to bend down. Like it was taking a bow. Except in never recovered. There was no dramatic crash, no kind of "reward" for losing a fence. The thing just went limp. It was sad. Now I can see directly into my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think they've noticed the collapse of the fence. Heh. Whatever. I was just sitting here, sipping fine tequila, and generally minding my own business. Whatever happens outside is not my responsiblity. The neighboring bedroom is certainly more interesting to watch the fence, though, for the record.
Did you see the Grammy's last week? Hot damn! That was the best Grammy's in 19 years. Seriously. The Time? Herbie Hancock and that other guy doing "Rhapsody in Blue"? Yowza. Yowza indeed. And then Amy Winehouse? A perfect, classic performance. Again with the Yowza.
Stay dry, and brace yourself. Big change is coming.
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Renjie Wang says:
The Grammy’s
It’s good to hear that this year’s Grammy is worth watching, I’ll check it out. Last year, between the weird stage/camera setup, American idol wannabe, MJB’s uber long speeches, and the overly political Dixie Chicks(don’t get me wrong, I like them) performance, there’s really not much to watch. I miss the days when music is just music, and a broader spectrum of humanity.
Timberlake, could you get some of those while you bring the sexy back?
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Stephen Pain says:
Jazzing it all the way through the night
Well Jayson, I agree about the Grammy's - nothing like jazz and some blues, but what about walking with Gustav Mahler playing courtesy of an antiquated walkman, early morning in Venice, Italy, when only the thrown up pizzas of last night bear witness to your existence, the sky blue and grey in accordance with Viscounti, man that is something. Then stumbling across a cafe that is barely open - Mahler still playing - ordering an espresso by way of reward for making the effort of getting up at all. Sitting down at the counter and then putting pen to paper, because who would dream of carrying a laptop over the Ponte di Rialto. So what to write? Nothing like writing about anything but Venice! Who writes about Venice when you are in Venice. Maybe write about the blog that you would have, if you had bought your laptop with you, if only they had not built the Ponte di Sospiri and all those other bridges. Sigh you do. So it begins to piss down outside. Then Dean Martin hits you. It is a hangover. "On an evening in Roma" clouds over the scene - edge out Mahler. The espresso begins to get to you. You add water to it.