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Parlez-Vous Fromage

Como se dice queso en Frances?

Dunno where the hell I was going with the title and question, but figure I’m in no position to write anything of substance (like I ever do anyways) tonight. Really tired, and my eyes are baggin it in.

Hmmm…maybe I can write a short tweet-like story:

She closed the door. He stood before the lock and contemplated leaving it open, should she return. Finally, he heaved his shoulders back and took a shot of whiskey straight from the bottle. Stumbling back to the sweat stained sheets, he fell backwards to catch her one more time.

Jam of the Day:Nice Dream” Radiohead


Prissy Prose Part Deux

You know the feeling. A scent. A song.  Melancholy. Usually, the white hot emotion tempered over time to a tepid reflection of a time burnished somewhere deep in our closet of forgotten memories.

Music will always serve as the ultimate librarian; pulling up moments from the dust bins of time and smacking you upside the head with a thump  – “Hey, remember me, beatch, I was the most brutal 6 months of your life, but thanks to [insert your song here], I’m back to remind you that I will never leave you. Screw your Sartre existential crap, I’m here to stay son!”

On that note:

Hubris was her bedrock of comfort. Yet, the shrill tone of the C chord awoke the panic-stricken girl she buried years ago. As the sappy love song bore on unexpectedly thr0ugh the FM station she was flipping through, the confidence of the sun’s light became a feckless annoyance blurring the afternoon.  Changing the station was pointless; his distant face was as real as her own reflection in the rearview mirror.

The first stanza – their last awkward heart-to-heart, hands slipping away from each other’s grasp.

The chorus – the image of his packed bags lining the hallway.

The second stanza – bright lights in the club, seeking nothing, praying for something.

The chorus – mornings. Fuck those mornings.

The third verse – where am I?

The final chorus – I miss him.

Jam of the Day: “Fade Into You” Mazzy Star


Winter in June

Another foray into some prissy prose.  Holla!

She pushed her cup of coffee towards the center of the rickety table.  The silhouette of her profile shadowed the crumpled  letter that laid out to the left-hand corner. Nimble fingers stepped across the wooden landscape the letter inhabited,  reaching for some comfort that would never come. Not from his patronizing empathy he scribbled with lackadaisical  care.

It was the afternoon’s dying breath that greeted her as she opened the backdoor to the yard.  Left alone before her were empty beer bottles from the night before. Liquid catharsis was fleeting, and she bore witness to the stark realization.

What a fucking asshole, she angrily murmured to herself.

In an immediate crash of emotion, she fell to her knees, missing him.

She woke up from her dream, as the last song on her playlist lulled her away from the lonely world conjured in her head.  Rubbing her eyes, she stared at the plaster ceiling and turned to her side to feel his warmth.

There was no warmth to share.

Jam of the Day: “The Night and the Liquor” Elvis Perkins


Summer Crash

Its rather unsettling to my circadian clock to have dusk meander around at 9 p.m.  Sorta throws off my intent to rest my weary head when I feel I should be at an outdoor bar throwin’ back a few. I catch myself scratching my head, asking myself, why would I want rest my weary head at 9 p.m. anyways.  Ain’t 30’s the new 20’s or some shiznet like that?

Anyhoo, I think I’ll let the ebb of body politics take over and listen to the Senate Chairman that sits in my brain gavel the end of my day. Time  to turn off the lights. Allow heavy eyelids shutter the world away. Listen to deep breaths. Tighten the spigot in my ears. Relax them muscles.

Ahhh…sleep is approaching. ’till manana, folks.

Jam of the Day: “In a Sentimental Mood” Duke Ellington and John Coltrane


Laker Hater Nation Unite

I was pulling up for a  J at the top of the key, and with a flick of the wrist the rock hit nothing but net.  As I sauntered backwards, I stared down the Black Mamba and gave him my scowl. I hope he liked it, because I spent all night method acting the look.  Yes, Game 2 of the NBA Finals is tonight.  Why am I a card carrying member of the Laker Hater Nation?? Rigedy Rao, son!  All I know is if hating the Lakers is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

Jam of the Day: “Be Sweet” Afghan Whigs


Metatation on a Saturday

Rig-g-g-edy Rao, son!!

Finished the playlist nephew, and here’s a  video version. Enjoy –

Bon Iver – “Blood Bank

Elvis Perkins – “Ash Wednesday

Radiohead – “Nice Dream

Jose Gonzalez – “Heartbeats

Glen Hansard – “Say it to Me Now

Billy Joel – “Honesty

Morrissey – “Everyday is Like Sunday

Pearl Jam – “Yellow Ledbetter

The Cure – “Catch



Bon Iver….fuuuuck.

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