Then There are Simple Good Things

Humming/ singing that zippalicious little chorus riff from Kanye West's "Heard 'em Say" at work and someone pops their head around the corner and says "Is that that new Kanye West song? The one that Adam Levine sings on? I love that song. You have a nice voice, are you in a band or anything?"

Lah di dah... talk about the littlest things.

Dancing in the Corner, Out of the Light

But then again, you can't stay hidden in the corner all the time, or, um... ever if you're me I guess. Instead you can, you now, suffer the slings and arrows and all that jazz and emerge with the little stings and marks of life. That's why we are here I think, to live our lives in some kind of true and brave way and with that to sometimes feel like you missed the punchline or worse that the punchline was you and you just didn't realize in time that you could have just gotten out of the way. I'm not really the getting out of the way type and that can be a great thing sometimes, and sometimes not so much with the great. The littlest things can seem so big and the weight of a single look can feel like... like everything has stopped in this frozen frame of your life that you just wish you weren't in. It's weird how fragile things can become when you are least expecting it to be that way.

You know... I don't know. Caught Bob Schneider's show at the Paradise tonight with Jen and danced and sang along and felt really just happy and good. I also felt pangs of saccharine nostalgia for Austin and missing Ilene and Cyndi and Niecey and the Antone's crew. I was remembering those nights, running over from the Gingerman after begging to be cut early and always seeming to catch "Boom Box" just as it was starting. Niecey appearing with mysterious shots and a mischievous smile and hanging around afterward to get late night tacos and apply lip gloss with the precision only afforded to those who drink whatever's handed to them and never think about the morning.

But I do think about the morning now, and I did have fun and I wouldn't change anything really. We danced to every song and Jen worried a lot about Bob's guitar (it was just being tuned, which really was a tremendous relief to all concerned) and I worried a lot about choking from the hair I kept whipping into my own mouth. Mostly though we danced and shared in the joy of that moment of our lives where music we loved surrounded us and we made friends with those people around us who were in that moment too.

The corner is overrated. It's like that creepy lady from Poltergeist said (isn't it always) "Go into the light... there is peace and serenity in the light". Something like that anyway.