November 2002 rediagnosed with a recurring tumor I am going to bring you through the whole fun thing
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Brain Tumor History And Other Rants
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Tuesday, December 02, 2003
I have always been really into music. A lot of times I throw pieces of songs that I am digging at a particular time into this blog. Lou Reed, Dylan, NIN, Springsteen, Prince, Ani Difranco I really dig songwriters. This coming from a guy that grew up on deeply philosophical groups like Kiss, Motley Crue, Van Halen. I should be an unemployed beach bum reading Playboy!! Well I am unemployed, and I am not allowed to have Playboy in the house, besides, too many blondes. So back to what I was saying, sometimes you just hear a song, and it hits you. Maybe it’s that moment in time, but I dig when that happens. I caught this one the other night:
Bobby Jean Bruce
Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
There was nothing nobody could say
Me and you we’ve known each other ever since we were sixteen
I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you
Just to say goodbye bobby jean
Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their noise
We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes
We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we’d ever
Seen
Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye bobby jean
Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid
Now there ain’t nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did
Maybe you’ll be out there on that road somewhere
In some bus or train traveling along
In some motel room there’ll be a radio playing
And you’ll hear me sing this song
Well if you do you’ll know I’m thinking of you and all the miles in between
And I’m just calling one last time not to change your mind
But just to say I miss you baby, good luck goodbye, bobby jean
Now I had heard the song’s original version, and it didn’t really hit me but I heard an acoustic version that just kicked ass. There are hundreds of songs. I guess it is when you can relate to something in the song in some way. You know what every songwriter tries to do (insert sound byte of Kiss “Christine Sixteen”- you see they were way out ahead of Michael Jackson on that stuff!) Sometimes it’s not even the exact words, but an image or a feeling that they give you that rules.
Tell me this doesn’t rule:
Ani Difranco:
I know this bar
With a jukebox full of medicine
And Christmas lights blinking
Around a clouded mirror
It’s not that far
From old voelkers bowling alley
Just go up there and turn right
It’s about three blocks from here
You’ll probably find Grace
Her shift starts around happy hour
She’s got this sweet face
Easy as tea leaves to read
You gotta know what to look for
You gotta know what’s there to find
But then I guess you don’t really know her
So nevermind
I used to hang out a lot around there
In that part of town
Where all the white kids
Still have feathered hair
I know this song
With this one really killer line
I don’t remember it exactly
But it slays me every time
It’s on the jukebox there
I know it’s number 55403
Go put that song on for me won’t you
And make Gracie think of me
Another Ani one, sometimes it’s just so cool when you can picture the whole song:
the diner
i'm calling from the diner
the diner on the corner
i ordered two coffees
one is for you
i was hoping you'd join me
'cause i ain't go no money
and i really miss you
i should mention that too
yes i know what time it is
in fact, i just checked
i even know the date
and the month
and the year
i know i haven't been sleeping
and when i do
i just dream of you
dear
i miss watching you
drool on your pillow
i miss watching you
pull on your clothes
i miss listening
to you in the bathroom
flushing the toilet
blowing your nose
i'm calling from the diner
the diner on the corner
i ordered two coffees
one is for you
the cups are so close
the steam is rising
in one stream
how are you
i think you're the least fucked up
person i've ever met
and that may be as close to the real thing
as i'm ever gonna get
but my quarter's gonna run out now
or so i'm told
i guess i'd better go sit down
and wait for you
till my coffee gets cold
Dylan:
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you.
You were trying to break into another world
A world I never knew.
I always kind of wondered
If you ever made it through.
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you.
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of me.
If I was still the same
If I ever became what you wanted me to be
Did I miss the mark or
Over-step the line
That only you could see?
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of me.
Listen to the engine, listen to the bell
As the last fire truck from hell
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying,
It's the last temptation
The last account
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,
The last radio is playing.
Seen a shooting star tonight
Slip Away.
Tomorrow will be another day.
Guess it's too late to say the things to you
That you needed to hear me say.
Seen a shooting star tonight
Slip away.
Dylan again:
Just a minute before you leave, girl,
Just a minute before you touch the door.
What is it that you're trying to achieve, girl?
Do you think we can talk about it some more?
You know, the streets are filled with vipers
Who've lost all ray of hope,
You know, it ain't even safe no more
In the palace of the Pope.
Don't fall apart on me tonight,
I just don't think that I could handle it.
Don't fall apart on me tonight,
Yesterday's just a memory,
Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be
And I need you, yeah.
Come over here from over there, girl,
Sit down here. You can have my chair.
I can't see us goin' anywhere, girl.
The only place open is a thousand miles away and I can't take you there.
I wish I'd have been a doctor,
Maybe I'd have saved some life that had been lost,
Maybe I'd have done some good in the world
'Stead of burning every bridge I crossed.
Don't fall apart on me tonight,
I just don't think that I could handle it.
Don't fall apart on me tonight,
Yesterday's just a memory,
Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be
And I need you, oh, yeah.
I ain't too good at conversation, girl,
So you might not know exactly how I feel,
But if I could, I'd bring you to the mountaintop, girl,
And build you a house made out of stainless steel.
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting
That's hanging in the Louvre,
My throat start to tickle and my nose itches
But I know that I can't move.
Don't fall apart on me tonight,
I just don't think that I could handle it.
Don't fall apart on me tonight,
Yesterday's gone but the past lives on,
Tomorrow's just one step beyond
And I need you, oh, yeah.
Who are these people who are walking towards you?
Do you know them or will there be a fight?
With their humorless smiles so easy to see through,
Can they tell you what's wrong from what's right?
Do you remember St. James Street
Where you blew Jackie P.'s mind?
You were so fine, Clark Gable would have fell at your feet
And laid his life on the line.
Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl,
No more booby traps and bombs,
No more decadence and charm,
No more affection that's misplaced, girl,
No more mudcake creatures lying in your arms.
What about that millionaire with the drumsticks in his pants?
He looked so baffled and so bewildered
When he played and we didn't dance.
Don't fall apart on me tonight,
I just don't think that I could handle it.
Don't fall apart on me tonight,
Yesterday's just a memory,
Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be
And I need you, yeah.
Alright Dylan has a ton of ‘em
OK Enough!!! Dammit.. you are still awake? I will just continue to throw some in here when it strikes me.
9:23 PM
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