Sha-la-la-la

•August 3, 2009 • Leave a Comment

One of the things that’s interesting about planning a wedding is how much you strive to make everything mean something. From the cake to the songs to the ceremony itself, every little piece of the puzzle ends up being associated with some shared memory (or memories) between the bride and the groom. While that’s a good thing, it can be maddeningly frustrating sometimes because there’s a finite time you have to nail everything down. I could spend a month just going over the playlist for the reception. But I’m a music dork/Nazi, so that’s not surprising.

One of the biggest hurdles Lucy and I have come across is the song for our first dance. It’s supposed to be something special, the words and music encapsulating how you feel about each other while appealing to the sensibilities of the both the bride and the groom. That’s proven to be an interesting task since Lucy and I have much different sensibilities about music (part of me wants to say hers are nowhere near as good as mine, but that would just be mean … though the jury is still out on the accuracy of said statement. Yes, that is a joke.) I was pushing for “Pigs on the Wing” by Pink Floyd, which is one of the most heartfelt and honest love songs I have ever heard – a surprising fact, since Roger Waters is the king of hamfisted metaphors. But Lucy said that, while a great song and definitely worthy of inclusion for the reception, it’s not enough of “our” song to be the soundtrack for our first dance as a married couple.

The closest thing she and I have to “a song” is “Bobcaygeon” by The Tragically Hip, which is about a cop  who, after a riot, considers quitting his job to go be with his significant other in the titular country town (it’s in Canada). When we were dating long-distance – she in Durham, me in Sylva – the song’s sentiments were something we shared. That and, along with almost every other song by The Hip, it’s pretty amazing. I am forced to play it every time I have my acoustic at the ready. However, it’s not much of a “first dance” song. It talks about riots and Aryans and all kinds of stuff that may not go across very well when family members are listening. So again, it’s on the playlist, but not as a “first dance.”

The current front-runner is an odd choice, but one I’m totally happy with and I think Lucy may like too (she liked it when I told her my idea). The song in question is “Keep Me in Your Heart” by Warren Zevon.

Anyone who knows Warren Zevon is well aware that the vast majority of his music is totally out of place at a wedding. But this song is different. In 2002 Zevon was diagnosed with mesothelioma, which was well beyond the point of operation. Knowing that he was going to die, Zevon set to work on his last album, “The Wind,” with this song that he wrote to his wife and kids.

Now I know, it may be a bit of a morbid choice. I told a friend of mine and she said that, even had she not known the backstory, you could tell it was about a man who was dying and thought that there had to be a better selection for our first dance. Maybe. But the more I think about it, the more I like it. There’s something beautiful about it – it’s an amazingly simple song, with no grand statements about life, death, love or anything else. I think it’s summed up best by this bit:

Sometimes when you’re doing simple things around the house
Maybe you’ll think of me and smile
You know I’m tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for a while

I know the day of your marriage isn’t a time when you should ponder your mortality, but I think there’s something more universal at work. I can only hope to be a good enough husband to Lucy that when I’m not around, for whatever reason, that the thought of me would make her smile. I know that’s the case on my end, no matter how incredibly sappy it sounds. I’m working on it … I think that I’m doing a good job. You’d have to ask her. But to me that is a worthwhile hope for the beginning of your life with another person.

Does that make sense? I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. But we’ll see what happens. There’s a couple months left to go.

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There’s something happenin’ here

•July 28, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Actually, a lot has been going on (though a big up to Stephen Stills for inspiring the blog title. Buffalo Springfield = awesome). Some of it it is still up in the air, but promising. Some of it amounts to little more than stupid, childish drama. And the rest of it has been work in some degree or another. So I’m taking my one night at home before 9:30 p.m. to visit my rather neglected corner of the Webs.

– Wedding planning is … fun. Definitely interesting. I never knew people cared so much about small sandwiches until now. You don’t mess with the small sandwich platter. That junk will start a fight. Thankfully the tuxes are ordered, the honeymoon in Jamaica is booked (our room, which is at an all-inclusive resort, has a fully stocked bar. WHAT?!) After getting the music down, the groom is done.

– On a similar note, I’m turning in my passport application this week. Guess who will soon get to show foreign peoples how utterly lame he is? OK, don’t guess about that.

– I have a messed up spine. I medical terms, if my spine were a clock, it would be at 6:47. Haven’t been able to run, but the chiropractor lady who does a Bruce Lee number on my back twice a week says I’m getting better. Huzzah! With a heart condition, bad back and graying hair, I’m 25 going on 73. Fun …

– The kids who work at the shop are on vacation (I know, at 25 I can’t call a 19 and a 20 year old “kids.” But as above bullet point states, I’m getting old before my time. Whippersnappers.) This means Lucy and I are at the shop a lot. I’ve thought about setting up beds and a small shower in there just to make life a little easier. Though that would greatly disappoint the cats. Sigh. But business is good. People love coffee.

– My fellow reporter Stephanie is leaving The Sylva Herald. I’m a little jealous. Granted, I’ve been there four years and had to laugh at my fair share of inane things (anyone who’s seen this week’s edition got to see a good bit as well), so in a way I should be. But enough of that. Good for her. She’s following … not her dreams, I guess, but will to leave Jackson County. Go with what you can, I guess.

– My dear friend/almost sister Miss M has been leading an interesting life lately. This has absolutely nothing to do with me, but her blog is about the most interesting read on the Internet. That and Cracked. Those guys mess my junk up.

That about does it. Boring and uninteresting, I know. But It’s been more than a month. I had to put something up here before the blog gods smited me. Besides, both of you who read this had more important things to do, I’m sure. In any event, I leave you with the great Wilco.

I like to boogie …

•June 16, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I don’t need a cure …

•June 16, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I read a review once calling Pere Ubu’s “Final Solution” one of the greatest rock ‘n’ roll records of all time … the only downside is that maybe five people outside of Cleveland heard it upon its 1976 release.

“However,” the reviewer said, “all five of those people told their friends.”

Which is a good thing, as this video so clearly states.

However, it’s a testament to Dave Thomas and the rest of Pere Ubu that the combined talents of TV on the Radio, Peter Murphy of Bauhaus and Trent Reznor (Mr. Nine Inch Nails himself) couldn’t match the original recording, as good as their version is.

So yeah, go tell your friends now.

This charming man …

•June 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Listening to The Smiths lately. No clue why – I think Morrisey is annoying. Johnny Marr is a fucking genius, though. Thought I would share.

If I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don’t know

•May 22, 2009 • Leave a Comment

After reading 1001 Rules For my Unborn Son, I started thinking of observations and pieces of advice. At first I thought they would be good for my future offspring, but then I realized they would be good for me as well. So here’s a few I thought of today.

– There’s an adage, “Dress for the job you want, not the job you have.” Well, if that’s true, then the job I want today is obviously “Roadie for Metallica.” (“Speed of Sound Tour. Bunch of assholes.”)

– Never try to pick up a woman who’s hanging out in front of a courthouse. Unless, of course, she’s a lawyer. Then by all means ask her out. However, the first part of the rule stands if she’s your lawyer.

– Upon retiring, one should not make “annoying public officials” their hobby. Gardening and fishing work just fine. (I guess this one makes more sense if you deal with the people I have to deal with on a daily basis.)

– When speaking, get to the point. Unless the point is “let’s see how foolish I can make myself look.” Then you’re doing just fine yammering on and on.

– “Ain’t” is a word – don’t ever trust anyone who will tell you otherwise. However, it’s probably not a good word to use in college applications.

– Listen to the blues. It’s the backbone of rock ‘n’ roll. But don’t ever try to play the blues. You didn’t grow up on a farm in Mississippi during the Great Depression.

As ugly as I seem

•May 19, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I was stuck in a meeting until 11 p.m. last night. One of the perks of being a journalist … not only does the pay suck, but the hours are horrible.

To pass time while everyone was droning on and on, I found myself just writing what came to my mind. Lo and behold, going back over my notes to write a story this morning, I read this charming little tidbit.

All that’s left – for me or for anyone else – is to numb ourselves and prepare for oblivion. Maybe we can beat our reason into submission and watch our collective end come while smiling, drool running down our cheeks. This is what we deserve.

Aren’t I just a ray of fucking sunshine?