Trish Woke Up

Trish woke up at a quarter to 3
she looked at the night sky, then she looked at me
she rolled over, sighed and tried to get back to sleep
her eyes opened wide inside, and she began to dream:

There's always something there to remind me
of the way things always used to be.

So hold my hand as we walk through the sand
our eyes gaze straight ahead as we damn the Man
her lips speak words, all I see is her skin
on fire, on fire, neglect my desire again:

There's always something there to remind me
of the way things always should have been.

(And everyone's so concerned.
Everyone's just a mess.
Everyone's been so worried
about you.)

If you walk this way, careful what you say
don't you rain on my parade
cuz all these truths and dares hung over spikes and snares
by a rope so easily frayed
and it's so easy to be afraid...

So hold my hand and forget the sand
look into my eyes, never mind the man
her lips speak words and I love the Sound
on fire, on fire, a wall comes crashing down:

There's always something there to remind me
what it is that makes the world go round.

Pop Quiz

Time for a random philosophical question!

Let's say you're really pumped about life because you're the best in the world at something you can help a lot of people with and make plenty of money on the side. Which of the following realizations is most devastating?

A. You're not really the best in the world. In fact, lots of people are just as good as you are.

B. You're not really helping people by doing this thing you're doing. No one really cares.

C. You can't actually make money doing it.

Let me know what you guys think! I'm really curious.

Paranoid Somnambuloid

I woke up this morning and checked my email, only to find something that disheartened me greatly. My singer friend that I've been gigging with sent out an email to announce a gig next Thursday featuring herself as part of a jazz trio. This had been a quasi-regular gig with a regular group we built together out of my friends from school, but suddenly, unaccountably, she had chosen another pianist. I am a calm, not-so-jealous type of person, so I resisted the urge to send her a confrontational email; I even resisted the urge to have a crummy day. But, on some level, it hurt nonetheless.

"But hey," I told myself, "it's not a big deal. You have other gigs. You have a great paying gig with a great trio coming up this Friday, and another one next Thursday, and..."

"...next Thursday...?"

Suddenly I remembered that I had been offered the very gig in question, and had had to turn it down because of a conflicting job.

(Oh, snap.)

How steeply inclined we can be to turn our perceptions of the world against us! This was a great reminder that my friends are friends for real, and that the world is not really out to get me.

: )

1st Post!

I decided to try out Blogger because I wasn't really digging Xanga's looks. I haven't written to a blog in a long time, and I need a nice place for my words to go.