Done Me Wrong, Same Old Song
02.21.06 (11:44 pm) [edit]Listening to Genesis at Earls Court in 1977, one of my more-often-played bootleg things. Ahhh, Phil Collins back when he didn't suck huge disease-ridden corporate monkey cock. What a joy to behold...
Leaving the warehouse tomorrow. Been getting nice comments from the people I work with, and it seems they'll actually miss me. Imagine that.
One girl, Angela, didn't know until I told her today. She's the one I mentioned a while back that is really cute but looks slightly evil at the same time. Something in her eyes. But she has the prettiest smile, and, well..OK, a really big fuckin' rack. There. ya happy?
Her son, who is only ten years old, recently had heart surgery. Jesus. Looks like he's doing fine now, though. She's a very nice girl, and yeah, I'd like to boink her, but she's cool and I hope her kid recovers completely.
I had a bizarre waking dream today at work. One that kinda goes on its own path, and it fucked me up a little. In it, I lost my daughter. And went completley fucking insane. I was inside myself, and outside watching at the same time. And I was completely out of control. I'm not sure why this hit, I think it must be part of the same kind of weird parental paranoia that affects most parents, but I'm still finding that being apart from Katie leads to some serious fears about her well-being, even though I know she's in the best place she can be. Shit. I don't want to be thinking this kind of thing.
I got on another forum recently and I keep getting emails from girls who say their friend read my profile and thinks I'm exactly like some lost love who's no longer around, and would I like to talk to them? I got FOUR of these today. Maybe I should just go back to hanging out in bars. This internet thing is as full of shit as anywhere else.
Holy Christ on a crutch. Steve Hackett, circa 1977. Firth Of Motherfucking Fifth. This is some of the most beautiful music I've ever heard in my life, and fuck knows how many times I've listened to it. It never gets old.
New students this week. More money. Yay!
I have a new chair. Dennis is leaving for Massachussettes on Friday, and I took his rocking chair yesterday, and will take another chair Thursday. The rocker reclines back VERY far. Quite comfortable. I've been using fucking office chairs since I moved in. This is nice.
Dennis came up at the gig Saturday and we did two songs together. A nice version of Roger Miller's King Of The Road, just bass and vocal. Then we did Lay Lady Lay and I completely played the rhythm on another planet than usual. Somehow, he got through it. I don't know WHAT I was thinking. Then I did Neil Young's Heart Of Gold by myself. I sang it beautifully, I thought, but for some insane reason I managed to forget the first verse to the one song I've sang the most in my life, and ended up singing the second verse twice. It's one way of learning English, I suppose...
I want to drill a hole in something with my dick. Jesus, I need to be put to sleep before I'm a danger to myself and others...
Sweet dreams, you fuckers,
Dougie