February 09, 2005

And I think everybody understands what the ‘next steps’ mean…

A week of dense fog, unreasonable february rain and stealth job interviews during lunchtimes has left me quite out of breath, with a terrible thirst, wishing for dark sunglasses and no people.

On my way to the copy machine, not returning anyone’s high-five, I couldn’t help thinking, I just don’t remember having ever been a cheerful person. And despite claims to the opposite by uninformed people, I have never been one to idealize childhood either. My earliest memories are of anguish and restlessness - dad steps on the cat’s tail, I sit in my crib, wishing to be teleported somewhere else, anywhere, etc! And this is why I’ve always got the blues.

Thanks god I have a blog, and not a see-through forehead… I need to halt this ridiculous train of thoughts. When I was younger, what always worked very well against black thoughts was to think of amusement parks, and to plan my next excursion at La Ronde (now Six Flags). As I grew older, there was always a sweet boy with piercing eyes to think of, a party to anticipate, or new records to pick up.

Now this being February I have armed myself doubly, and I summon altogether happy thoughts of tall grass, of improbable graffitis and pigeon families on high bridges and rooftops, of the 3-months liquor store strike ending this Friday at noon, of Laura Secord prices on February 15, of a Malajube or whoever else concert with music loud enough for the ringing to last me all through the week, of blue summer and speeding comets, and most especially today, of sharing grandfatherly drinks, such as the Stinger(brandy and white crème de menthe), or the Bourbon Stone Sour, with pogo.

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September 14, 2004

“this pesky tape recorder tried to sleep in the light”

I knew that if I would just indulge myself with a stay-home-sick day for this little cold that’s been bothering me lately, mysteries would be explained and revelations would abound! I just knew it! Why, just this morning I stumbled across the lyrics transcription of Disco Inferno’s “A Little Something”… Need I mention that they are one of my most favourite bands ever, and I have been attempting to decipher its lyrics since times immemorial, for it holds an urgent secret - a song to keep the demons at bay during difficult nights, a song to make sure you never wake up from 25 years in an office job!

When I was young
I was taught a little song
I only ever sing it
when things are going horribly wrong

It goes : “Take a trip to the beach
to see the master plan, a baby hyena and an olive branch
stick it all in a fruit blender
With some mottos and some lovers and a vintage Fender”

I feel so satisfied now… And now who knows what this day still holds for me.

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June 15, 2004

nintendo et circenses

I wanted to sing
My sunlit song
I raised the sails to the wind
I set free the tigers and lions in the yard
But the people in the dining room
Are occupied with being born and with dying
I demanded that a dagger of pure shining steel be made
To kill my love, and I did it
At five o’clock on Central Avenue
But the people in the dining room
Are occupied with being born and with dying
I demanded that leaves
Of dreams be planted in the sunlit garden
The leaves know how to seek the sun
And the roots seek and seek
But the people in the dining room
These people in the dining room
Are the people in the dining room
But the people in the dining room
Are occupied with being born and with dying
These people in the dining room
The people

—veloso/gil

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