First. Blog. Ever!
Last night while listening to Fiona Apple viciously bark out several of the greatest songs ever created, my best girl friend (and wrong prom date) Jackie turned to me at one point and informed me that I should blog, dammit! She seems to think I have an interesting life with interesting anecdotes and an interesting way of expressing my interesting self. Not being one to disagree with such an astutely accurate observation, I conceded and began thinking about why I’d gotten so damn unwritten when I used to scribble down EVERYTHING.
This, in turn, got me thinking about how much of my life these days just gets forgotten, washed away with the millions of brain cells I finally stopped systematically killing off a few years ago (3.5 years ago today, to be exact!). I have no short-term memory anymore. Things happen to me, funny things, wild things, annoying things, sweet-little-nothing things, beautiful things, ugly things… but the next day they’ve passed through my consciousness and are gone, and it’s time for that to change. Maybe I’ll even end up writing a few more songs. I’m tired of not writing. Hence, the world premiere of me’s blog.
As a tribute to Jackie for lighting this fire under my ass, I will now recount the anecdote that she cites as an example of my thoroughly writeable existence.
This had to be early in my college years - 1995 perhaps? - while I was on one of my then-frequent trips up to NYC (yes, back when I used to write A LOT). I bought this very New Yorky pair of dark brown suede manboots, with white stitching all around the edges. I still have them and wear them only on special occasions.
Anyway, I bought them and wore them out of the store, and as I was walking down the clamorous New York City streets, I was passed by a very sassy young black man who turned back to shout out "Your shoes are so cute I hate chu!"
Here’s to more good times and bad times and everything-in-between times! I’m outta practice, so bear with me while I re-find my writing voice. But hey, gotta start somewhere….
-me
