Glitter and Doom
This week in Rock and Roll: Tom Waits inducted into R&R Hall of Fame – Captain Beefheart dies. Some cosmic FM band kizmet going on there perhaps? I don’t know. I don’t know shit.
But then I noted the J. Giels Band was passed over. I was listening to Dave Marsh awhile back on the radio talking with some R&RHOF curator or something and all she knew about J. Giels was Freezeframe and Centerfold from her college days. Seems she had “just now discovered the band’s earlier work and was surprised and impressed”. YOU THINK? How do I get her job? Remember, I don’t know shit and that seems to be important at the R&RHOF.
Speaking of jobs, too many people I know don’t have one. Too many people I know are having to make hard decisions and it’s cold and raining like hell and it’s Christmas goddammit. Maybe it’s survivor’s guilt that has me so on edge. Hell I feel guilty getting so worked up about the R&RHOF when I should be worked up about all the unemployment and home foreclosures. How is it some people seem to be able to pull money out of thin air? More importantly, how do I learn to do it too? Old dogs, new tricks…makes me tired thinking about it.
As soon as Mrs. Sepulveda wakes up I’ll get some music on. Music and songs are like vitamins and minerals to me and alot of other people I know. We’re like plants that bend toward the sun when it’s playing and when it’s not playing our roots can pull up what we need out of dry ground. Stuff Like Warren Zevon reminding me “You’re A Whole Different Person When You’re Scared” or the adrenaline rush/distraction of “Sister Havana”
Sometimes, a little adrenaline and temporary distraction are all you need to hold on and nowadays for many of us, holding on is what it’s all about .