Posts Tagged ‘love’

Sometimes Nice Things Happen

September 23rd, 2013

This weekend was exceptionally and unusually pleasant.

 

I want you to notice the word “unusually” in the above sentence. By that sentence, you may think that I am a glowering Gus. An Eeyore in sweatpants. I deserve that.

 

Joyful moments and pleasant days do not have to be the rarity, the anomaly in life. They really don’t have to be. I’ll share with you the two moments that really stand out.

 

Friday night in was in Nashville playing a show with the band. The band before us asked me if I wanted to sing “Black Diamond” by Kiss with them. That band is called Freebase Masons, and I think they play stoner metal. Without a moment of rehearsal, I went up and sang “Black Diamond” with them like I had been doing it my whole life.

 

Maybe I had in some way. How many times have I heard that song? Never really heard the words to it all the way. But I NAILED THAT SONG TO THE WALL. It was glorious. I always wanted to sing a Kiss song onstage with a band. Cross that one off the bucket list I don’t have.

 

The next day, Fordsville Days reared its’ head again. Another local fall festival. For years I have loathed Fordsville Days, mostly because I live in the middle of it and the bandstand is literally next door from where I live. I have complained for years and it has gotten me nowhere.

 

This year my grandfather sat on the porch and listen to an old-time band play country and bluegrass songs from the past. As the night air cooled everything down around us, I joined him on the porch. He sat in a lawn chair with his lady friend Wilda, I sat on the porch. It was like when I was a child and they took me to Rosine to watch bluegrass bands and they were in lawn chairs and I sat on a blanket on the ground. Twenty years before. The night cooled down and I rubbed my arms. Grandpa got tired and went in to take an ibuprofen. He has more aches and pains these days. He slept in that night, as it had been a long day for him.

 

I enjoyed those moments. This was me reliving my youth. You want to relive the days when you’re old enough to party but don’t feel it too bad the next day. I went beyond that. I went to my childhood for a moment.

 

I almost got sad that I couldn’t go back. Instead I feel really good that I had it again. If we had them all the time, they don’t get to be special.

Not Ready For Romance

January 18th, 2013

I might not be ready for romance. I’m just judging on the evidence of my life so far.

 

Let’s look at the evidence, shall we? I am a serial non-dater. If this were something I wanted, you could classify me as an ascetic. But I would prefer to be a dater. Instead, I am one letter off and I am an “eater”. When I want a thing I can’t have, I try to fill that need with a thing I can get. People do that all the time. Some people make addictions out of it. Perhaps I have, but with food. I don’t eat every second of the day but when I eat I go overboard. I’m trying to shut up the gaping maw that is my stomach.

 

I’m probably not ready for love and romance. I’m not even close, am I? What a drag. If I were ready, perhaps I’d be in the moment, being in love, being in some sort of relationship.

 

Being in love is a great feeling until it turns into a bad feeling. It can be bad if you want someone who doesn’t want you back. You can’t make the world fair. You can’t make them love you back. If it doesn’t fit, it can’t be forced. Cows don’t make ham. I’m not ready. Booooooo. . .

November Youtube Mixtape For Broads

November 1st, 2012

Guys don’t make mixtapes for other dudes. I assume. Maybe the gay guys do. Can’t discount them, no you can’t. No 20% off the homo-men.

 

Let’s do this. November Youtube Mixtape that I’m making for girls. This goes out to all of you. I love you. Let’s put our fingers in each other. You’ll get about eighty minutes of Youtube links and that’s it.

 

1. King Crimson, “Starless” (12.19)

 

A good way to start a mixtape is with a track that ended the actual album it was released on. You’re welcome. Wouldn’t it be a hoot if I decided to post a few really long songs on this like a lazy bum even though this was my idea and I have no obligation to do this.

 

2. Tom Waits, “Rainbirds” (3.15)

 

I just wanted to prove before things get out of hand that I sometimes listen to music created after 1980. This is another song that concludes an album. Also, an instrumental.

 

3. The Delfonics, “Didn’t I Blow Your Mind This Time” (3.34)

 

No, this is not that song from that Tarantino movie (yes it is). Shut up, bitch.

 

4. Jim Balcom, “Corrido Rock” (2.18)

Another instrumental, but it’s festive. How long will it take before I post Thomas Edison’s wire recordings?

 

5. Joe Cocker, “Woman To Woman” (4.28)

 

No, this is not the song from that Dr. Dre and 2Pac joint. Girl, you so stupid. By the way, I enjoy how (apart from “woman to woman”) Joe Cocker sings this without using a single word of English.

 

6. Loose Joints, “Is It All Over My Face” (11.57)

 

I know I posted this a few weeks ago, but I might as well put this in here. You’re getting some long tracks because fuck it that’s why. I don’t need a reason. Let’s dance and then let me put my hands in your pants.

 

Yes, you will be saying this song title later but in a different context.

 

7. National Lampoon, “Deteriorata” (4.19)

 

You’re doomed. Your life is over. Enjoy it. You are a fluke a the universe. You have no right to be here. Want me to take my cock out?

 

8. George Clinton, “Atomic Dog” (4.15)

 

Girl, this is NOT a cover of that Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg song. Are you gonna let me put my tongue in there or not?

 

9. SSION, “My Love Grows In The Dark” (3.54)

 

I am contractually bound to post something from this century. How do you feel about anal play? What if you do it to me first?

 

10. Marvin Gaye, “After The Dance” (5.12)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0KFRp3CMVg

 

Okay, we should definitely be having sex right now. I should have all my urine in your anal cavity or at least a good amount thereof. That’s how sex is done, right?

 

11. Nine Inch Nails, “The Perfect Drug” (5.21)

 

I would have posted a song from The Downward Spiral but that’s more of a gangbang album than a one-on-one sex album. I know this because of some videos I’ve seen on Xhamster.

 

12. R. Stevie Moore, “Answers” (3.30)

 

Would you hurry up and cum already? My hand is getting tired. You know what? Go ahead and get your Wand. Call out your uncle’s name for all I care.

 

13. Residents, “Six Things To A Cycle” (17.47)

 

Here’s what I play when I want to get rid of the girl after sex even if I’m at her house. If she stays and listens, second date. If she really likes it and wants to hear more, marriage material.

I’m Through With Women

September 3rd, 2012

Hey ladies, it’s over. I’m over women now. I had a good run. Or tried to have a good run. Or maybe I had the opposite of a good run. Anyway, I’m done with women and onto ladyboys and shemales now. Or as the politically correct types call them, the transgendered.

 

Yasmin Lee from "The Hangover 2". You wouldn't?

Let’s get something straight. I’m not into drag queens. No disrespect, but no matter how good a drag queen is when she takes all her clothes and accessories off she’ll be just another naked dude. What’s the fun in having sex with a man? Frankly, I don’t know how you women and gays do it.

 

Try not to throw yourself off a bridge, ladies. I know this is breaking your heart but you should have made better use of me while you had the chance. I could have made you very happy. I could have filled your days with affection and understanding. I could have made you soup from a can.

 

Bailey Jay. She will get all the soup she wants.

 

Right now, you ask “hey, aren’t male-to-female pre-op transsexuals a fraction of a percentage of the general population; i.e. waaaaaay more harder to meet than regular women?” And my answer is shut your mouth, stupid.

 

Too many times, I have liked girls who shown no interest. Or no reciprocal interest. They may think I’m a cool guy or a good pal, but the best I can do is to have them as a friend. It’s another dead end. Loving someone who doesn’t love you back. Is this what it’s like to worship God.

 

I got this photo and the others off a MMA message board forum. Ha!

 

Also, most importantly? Can’t get a chick with a dick pregnant. You know what a relief that is? I don’t have enough soup for a baby.

 

 

No Guarantees

September 3rd, 2012

I want to make something abundantly clear to those of you who think “there’s someone for everyone”. That’s not true, and there’s no guarantee of such. You can go your whole life not finding someone.

 

You know who thinks everybody has somebody in their future? Women do. A special type of woman, because not every woman can possibly think that. Only a woman in the warm swaddle of a relationship can feel comfortable saying such boilerplate nonsense.

 

There are a lot of people out here who are struggling. Wouldn’t know affection if hugged them around the neck. They’re so unused to it that it makes them uncomfortable. Or maybe it would make them sad because they feel like it won’t or can’t last. You can change the pronouns in this paragraph to “I” or “me”.

 

The world feels like a desert. Romantic love feels like a puddle in the desert. I’m miserable.

Song of the day: “Just A Friend”

July 22nd, 2012

 

Sing this shit if it ever happened to you. YOOOOOO – GOT WHAT I NEED – BUT YOU SAY HE’S JUST A FRIEND.

 

Oh baby, you aint dead to me. But you couldn’t be honest so now you have to relegated to that zone of untrustworthy behavior. You exhibited it again and again and while I hoped we’d be more than friends, it’s obvious that we have to work hard at just being friends in the first place. Lesson learned, baby.

 

Girls go groupie for the wrong musicians. Remember that.

A Milky Shoot Of Creative Juice

May 28th, 2012

You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve been gone this weekend because I was busy. Saturday and Sunday were heavy days and I probably slept about 5 hours total during a 48-hour span. I don’t mind it so much because I sleep too much anyway. Might as well go the opposite way, right?

 

Saturday was a roller derby bout and Sunday was band practice, both in Bowling Green. I helped call the second half of a double-header which involved my old team from Evansville. The local Bowling Green team defeated the Evansville team but that didn’t bother me. It used to, doesn’t bother me so much.

 

After the bout, I had ample quality time with Jen(n){n]}, the Evansville girl who I’ve had a contentious history with. Things I’ve blogged about before, like the candied bacon incident, the Pixies no-show. Those were a few of the things that came up in our chat at the after-party. I played her the song that I wrote after the bacon incident, or a demo of it. She got a kick out of it, as she oughta. It’s a funny song.

 

I can’t know what it’s like for the subject of one of my songs to find out that I wrote the song about them and have to sit there and listen to them as its’ played for my amusement. To have this one moment in your life, maybe one that you don’t care to remember all that well, immortalized in song. That has to be one of the hardest deals. ever. To know that someone had turned a moment in your life into a song. To know it meant that much to them. To learn that they wrote that song because they were trying to exorcise a demon inside of them. A demon that got there because of you.

 

There’s a lot to write about the Memorial Day weekend that was. I suggest you celebrate your M-Day the best you can, by drinking some beer, grilling out and thinking about the soldiers who made this country great. Give them about four seconds of your time. By writing this sentence, I have already thought more about the soldiers than I wanted to.

I See What I Want To See

February 18th, 2012

If you read the previous post, I talked about getting my hopes raised by a girl. The convo went something like this…

 

Her: What are you doing Saturday?

Me: Oh, nothing. Band practice during the day and nothing after that. Why, what’s going on?

 

That happened on Tuesday or Wednesday, I can’t remember. Today, I discussed this with one of my wisest friends and he put it like this: had she continued the conversation and been completely truthful, it might have went like this…

 

Her: Well, I was looking for something fun to do, and I was hoping you had something I could jump in on. But since you don’t, I’ll find someone or something else to occupy my mind.

 

I didn’t read her initial request as trolling for some fun. I thought we could create our own. We are young, creative people (or she is young and I am creative). In any event, I sent her a text today asking her if she wanted to hit her up when I got done with practice. She replied that she already had made plans to leave town. She was going to a thing.

 

Well, that’s a fine how do you do. I saw what I wanted to see. I thought she wanted me to keep my Saturday night clear. Maybe she wanted me to bring the fun instead. Like I keep all the clowns and an open bar in the trunk of my car and a karaoke system in the backseats or something. Boo-hoo.

 

I always end up blaming myself for this sort of thing.

Second date

October 7th, 2011

We went on our second date Thursday night. Our first date was in 1999. We went to the movies to see the first Star Wars prequel. That’s how I know how long ago it was.

 

What the hell took us so long? Well, we just fell out of touch. Life happens. I think I saw her a half-dozen times between our first date and our second date. I did my thing, she did hers. Our second date contained a lot of “catching up”.

 

In 1999, I was crazy about this girl. I just thought she was the cutest little thing I’d ever laid eyes upon. I still think she’s hot, even if she doesn’t think so herself. She confessed how she felt about her body and it made me sad yet oddly reassured. Because I feel the same way about myself and I guess just about everyone else. We can be really shitty to ourselves and those we claim we love, I guess.

 

That aside, I had a wonderful time with her Thursday night. We went for ice cream and sang karaoke. She sang two songs, one by Cyndi Lauper and the other by Fleetwood Mac. I sang “Somebody To Love” by Queen and tore the place down. I got crazy amount of love and dap from people. Strangers giving me a pound. I enjoyed myself. It wasn’t fair. I’m a professional singer. They didn’t know that, let them enjoy themselves.

 

When I got back to our table, she kissed me. And then we kissed some more. And then we went back to her place. . . and we kissed some more. And we listened to Queen and Frank Zappa. You know you got a keeper when you make out with a girl while listening to Frank Zappa and she’s the one who put it on!

 

It was sweet and teenage. No funny stuff. I didn’t even go to second base. I rubbed her tummy and gave her a foot massage. All warm cuddles and butterfly kisses. I left her place around 2 in the morning. Nothing unwholesome. I drove home happy as a clam. The beamingest boy in the whole wide world.

 

I don’t know when we’ll see each other again, but I know we will. Depends on her new work schedule, which she won’t get until next week. I’ll try to contain myself.

Projectionist

September 29th, 2011

I am mentally ill. When I finally pass on, my gravestone should read “Here lies Kentucky Prophet, one crazy fucker.” I remind myself about eight time a day that I am a crazy person. Is this bad?

 

I have an infatuation problem. It hurts to even type this. Bitter medicine. I can’t even be sure that I have ever actually been in love. Just a bunch of infatuations over and over again. What a drag. I’m like a little boy too stupid to grow up. This is the kind of stuff that kids do because they don’t know what love is. They don’t know the reality of love between two people. What a drag, indeed. Am I frozen in time? An overgrown adult child.

 

 

I just wanted to put that Bad Company song right there because I like it. Don’t like it? Eh, I gives you zero fucks.

 

I’m pretty depressed about this development. Not the development, but the realization of what’s going on. I know the lay of the land and I know I’m fucked. I have projected my ideals onto various women and I can’t do that anymore. More importantly, I don’t want to do that anymore. L—. T—. G—. J—. I’m so sorry for being a fucko, ladies. I don’t know what love is.

 

I’d put that Foreigner song here at the end but I hate it. It’s no Bad Company.