I feel so splintered apart, like I'm 4 persons in one person, and the four are all competing for my body and mind. Not actually, just like.
It's just a weird time when I feel like I'm stuck in the middle of this. This is life in the U.S. where we have free will, I can't decide what to do with all this freedom.
I'm not going to get into this now, but this is the first time I've been able to articulate this feeling. Do you feel that way too?
Spring Tease has hit us and I just walked outside in my Sunday loungewear in my bare feet, and felt the sun warming the front stoop which is concrete with randomly placed slate slabs in it. The warm slate on the winter feet feels really good.
Now I'm typing while listening to BILLY JOEL GLASS HOUSES. What the efffffff?
If anything signals a drop into an insaniquarium it could be a dip into an old Billy Joel album, right? I haven't listened to this in forever. But I know all the words, and what songs were on side one vs. side two of the record. And I'm not thinking about 1980, I'm hearing the music now. Take out the annoying overplayed hits like You May Be Right and there are some beautiful timeless songs on here.
Blame it on Freaks & Geeks. One of my favorite moments in that whole series that I recently watched during one of our Snomageddons, when Apatow used "C'etait Toi" and "Rosalinda's Eyes" in an episode. Since then the songs have stuck with me, and I downloaded 52nd Street and Glass Houses even though I have them on vinyl somewhere in the attic. (ha! get it? Songs in the Attic? that's one I don't have.)
Enjoy this bittersweet gem full of longing and French. And a long stare at Billy's cool 1980s ensemble. Salty D. looked over my shoulder and said, "He throws like a girl."