"sometimes not being able to sleep means you're more awake"
i like that. no, i LOVE that line. bono said it in the last vanity fair i read. amazing.
well, i'm wide awake and it's all so clear.....
ok, so i threw my own line in there. had to do it. from now on when i'm not sleeping, like i'm not now or since wednesday night, this is how i'll choose to think of it. now i feel good. and you?
tonight while i was answering a backlog of myspace email i put the TV on. i got reality TV. i don't ever turn the thing on but the house felt lonely and i wanted some company. oh, and i read that posh spice had her show on tonight so i HAD to see if that was as bad as i predicted. i never made it through the first commercial. that would be a yes. as expected.
why do you people (the general YOU, not YOU) watch this crap and keep people with little or no charisma in the spotlight? you are feeding these people, and their children and their nannies and their freaking gardner. i suspect the gardner works hard so maybe i should thank you? and i bet "these people" are mostly not that good at parenting so a nanny is like a humanitarian act, helping us from a drugged out, lunatic roaming the streets trying to kill me cause he hates his mom and dad, right? alright, the glass is officially back to half full. thank you for working this out with me.
ANYWAY.........so i flipped the channnel and CRASH came on. seriously, is this not the best movie of the last decade? again, i'm a bad reference since i haven't seen that many movies but the best I'VE seen? who in it DOESN'T give the performance of a lifetime?
and if you didn't cry when that man shot the blank bullet at the little girl and her dad, you have no heart. check, cause you MUST be dead. or on a ventilator, you tell me.
just amazing writing and the point is so the point of this life. we're all connected. we're all the good guy and the bad guy. we're all fucked up and perfect.
now, before this all happened. go back to yesterday. we drive 6 hours home after a long night and i'm beat but i want to be inspired so i throw on U2 DVD from the last tour. man. it gets no better than that live. 4 guys and all that music. not sound, music. i realized that while we are playing as a 3 piece, i can play more edge-like (read: simple, open) and not try to do guitar runs from hell to impress myself. thanks edge. my jumping will be limited but it'll make you come back next time we play near you to see if i've stilll got hops...
now, i was reminded also of such a funny story that i somehow forgot to relay. it involves my mom and if you knew her you'd totallly say "of course" after i tell you this one. and if you know gail, a friend of ours from myspace- she can probalby tell this better than me so ask her.
ANYWAY.....
i'm playing a solo show in FLA and my mom and dad are there. nice, huh? i'm lucky. good people, too. and she goes outside of the venue. there are two doors INTO the venue in the front. the main door and there is a door TO THE STAGE. should it be locked? should there be a sign? a curtain? all yes and there may be but those signs were ignored becasue i'm singing and who WALKS IN? mom. not in but ON the stage. doesn't register. she shuts the door behind her and starts to walk. on the stage. i look. sort of amazed. i mean there are lights, there are monitors. it's a STAGE. i'm just thinking we should all be aware of this, no? is it me? so i say something like "just when you think you're all grown up, your mom walks onstage and embarrasses you." to a big laugh, except from her becasue at this point she's not exactly sure what is happening. she DID figure it out, so that was good.
ok, that's it from me......
see you on the road.
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