April 28, 2004

A Deeper Well

Daniel Lanois is an artist who never ceases to impress me. Thus it's odd that I don't stay current on his projects. Tonight I stumbled across his work with Emmylou Harris. The song Deeper Well has quickly become a favorite of mine. It reminds me of Texas for some reason. We don't get much rain here in SoCal during the summer so I'm going to have to look really hard to find my deeper well.

The sun burned hot, it burned my eyes
Burned so hot I thought I'd died
Thought I'd died and gone to Hell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well
I went to the river but the river was dry
I fell to my knees and looked to the sky
I looked to the sky and the spring rain fell
I saw the water from a deeper well
Well... Lookin' for the water from a deeper well
Well... Lookin' for the water from a deeper well
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April 27, 2004

Fragile Mysteries

When I moved back to Los Angeles I discovered Joe Frank was no longer on the radio here. Now I know why.

I'm trying to get beyond this sadness, trying to keep busy. I attend concerts and art openings and the spontaneous coming together of flash mobs from online chat rooms. Last week I attended a singles dinner for professionals over 40 given at a trendy restaurant in Brentwood. I've tried male bonding. I've beaten a drum in the woods with middle-aged, balding men and learned that I might be gay. Certainly everyone else was.

I met a nurse through Match.com. Last night she said, "I spend most of my time drawing blood... emptying bedpans... changing dressings... wiping away feces and with a sponge absorbing pus and mucous—not to mention vomit on the sheets that soaks through to the mattress."

"I can't imagine how you do it," I said.

"I like it. I enjoy it. It's very satisfying work. And living in a world of illness and death focuses you on what's really important in life. Your perspective changes. There are so many things that annoy us. Where are my car keys? Am I late with my mortgage payment? Is my boyfriend being abusive? Did that old woman just cut in line in front of me? And I realize these trivial inconveniences of everyday life are a privilege. I welcome them. I say to myself: Ah, the car won't start. Thank God that's my problem, when compared to poor Mr. Jones, a sheet drawn over his bloodless face. And what's left of him now? His stamp collection, his books on African violets, the rugs he bought on vacation in Morocco, the suits he paid so much to have custom tailored in Italy."

"So the present moment is what really matters," I said.

"Yes, our lives are fragile mysteries and the future is unknowable. And every one of us will have to face that portal into nothingness."

She got out of bed, walked over to the window and looked out. "Ahh. Los Angeles at night. It's like being inside the body of a great vibrant beast."

"I think I know what you mean," I said.

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April 25, 2004

Mr Empty Head

Sorry for not posting much as of late. I know there are at least a few people who check almost every day so for those devoted readers I post a happy song. Perhaps it counts as more wistful — either way it's still pretty. It always makes my Cochlea feel good.

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April 08, 2004

Funk Me Up

In keeping with this month's minimalist vibe I will only tell you to go to skeewiff and download everything. Download it all. Download everything.

That is all for today...

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April 07, 2004

Pop Culture

I sense a new dance craze a'coming. This dance drives the women wild too...

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