Watch This Space.

I promise I’ll find my muse. Have a filling Thanksgiving. I thank you for checking in on my blog. It’ll be worthwhile. Soon.

From the archives: 2006

“My September 11th, 2001 memory: I couldn’t tell you what concert I worked the night before, but I recall waking up to the news of a plane hitting one of the Twin Towers, groggily witnessing the second plane hit and thinking, “What the fuck?” after screaming into the other room “Holy shit another plane crashed into the towers!”

Two hours later, we found out we were having a baby girl. That news alone floored me . . . the shit happening everywhere else made me question if bringing another innocent into this world was a smart thing to do.

And that’s my 9-11 memory. Now share yours . . .”

What’s playing in my head.

Good grief. Last entry made me sound really emo. Let’s lighten the mood by sharing what’s playing on my iPod:

1. “Into the Void” Kiss
2. “The Chauffer (live)” Duran Duran
3. “It Won’t Be Long” The Hives
4. “Anywhere’s Better Than Here” The Replacements
5. “Back 2 Good” Matchbox Twenty
6. “Who the Fuck?” PJ Harvey
7. “H” Julian Plenti
8. “Information Travels Faster” Death Cab for Cutie
9. “Look Down” The Monkees
10. “Cry Me a River” Glen Hansard
11. “Terry’s Song” Bruce Springsteen
12. “You’re Full of Shit (Check Out My Sweet Riffs)” Giant Drag
13. “I Hurt You” The Pretenders
14. “Commerce, TX” Ben Kweller
15. “Way To Go” Flesh For Lulu
16. “Heaven Know I’m Miserable Now” The Smiths
17. “You’ve Been Flirting Again (live)” Bjork
18. “Heart-Shaped Box” Nirvana
19. “Shoplifters of the World Unite (live)” Morrissey
20. “Morning” Lennon

“If I could find my way back home, where would I go?”

I never aspired for greatness.

While this may be a very jaded self point-of-view, it just makes sense. Competition was never my strong suit. I never played sports growing up. I was a B-average student all throughout school. I found contentment in being mediocre.

My 37th year approaches. What do I have to show for it so far? My mental inventory doesn’t look promising.

Watch This Space.

I’ll admit it. I’ve been slacking off. Very badly.

Summer 2009 was an opportunity for me to go home and reconnect, refresh and reclaim some sanity. Too much of the “real world” bringing me down. I needed a break before I broke down.

I kept a vacation blog on my FaceBook page. FaceBook, what a trip. So many faces from the past have resurfaced–all for the good. Friendships once lost, now at least have the opportunity to be rekindled. Maybe.

Where did 2009 go?

Time waits for no one. Time to get up off my arse. And my soapbox.

But did I even really say anything worthwhile?

She Walks On Me.

You’ve seen it. The kid screaming, pitching a fit in the middle of the mall, the DMV or any box-store of choice vs. the parent, trying to keep it together. “Nothing to see here, mind your own fucking business.” The attempts to calm the child down. “I’ll buy you some candy, pick out a toy, your medication’s in the car, do you want me to make a scene?”

And you stand there watching. Thinking. “If that was my kid, I’d . . . ” What? What would you do? What could you do?

Give them the silent stare or raise a hand, pop them on the mouth, smack a wrist. Threaten them with “wait ’til we get home!” For what exactly?

Waking up two hours earlier than the alarm to screaming and crying that doesn’t require a bottle or diaper change. How much longer can that go on for?

How many times can you repeat the Serenity prayer until desperation takes hold? It’s not even the alcohol that’s the real problem. The problem is you.

It’s getting to be too much.

“I am the 18th pale descendant . . .

. . . of some old queen or other!”

Chalk it up to singing along fearlessly to the Rusholme Ruffians, a Morrissey/Smiths tribute band, which prompted lead singer Nicole to hold the mic in front of me for my public singing debut while the band chugged through “The Queen is Dead.”

During the bridge of “How Soon is Now,” Nicole told me, “since you know the words, you’re going to sing the chorus.” She finished the song so I figured I was off the hook. Wrong. Guitarist Jay Stamper strummed the intro to “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out” and Nicollissey informed the audience that I’d be assisting.

As the chorus approached, I stood up and belted it out: “And if a double-decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die . . .” I warbled through it without fear. The second time the chorus rolled around, I even did a little dancing with Nicole. I hope someone had taped that bit (I’ll be scouring youTube later).

All this to celebrate the birthday of a 50-year old geezer. I mean, ICON!

I attribute years of wearing out cassettes on the boombox my mum gave me in 1987. And sitting alone in my room, in the dark singing along to the Smiths, Joy Division, the Cure, etc.

On another positive, there was a “draw Moz” contest as well as trivia. Guess who won the 1st prize drawing? I need to get a bigger frame for my “Meat is Murder” win. Oh yeah, trivia? My new friends Lili and Marissa answered all but one correctly and scored “Years of Refusal” on vinyl (again) as well a a gift certificate to Ethos Vegan Kitchen AND a YOR poster.

I didn’t win any of the raffle prizes, but I had a blast! I even got a “nice job singing” from a Filipino boy at the next table. Represent.

Happy 50th birthday Morrissey, wherever you’re celebrating!!!

I think I am in a funk

This blogging thing is pretty sporadic for me recently.

Not much to report really. I never did go to the Alkaline Trio show, opted on saving my concert-going for NEW YORK DOLLS in June. Yeah, that’s a better show.

Speaking of NY, my family came down for too short of a visit. Mum wants my brood to come up there this summer. We’ll see . . . I definitely want to go!

Morrissey’s 50th birthday is tomorrow. A vegan joint downtown is hosting a soiree to celebrate the festivities, I shall definitely attend that! Call it Morrissey social networking.

CDs you must hear: the eponymous release of The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, “Abnormally Attracted to Sin” Tori Amos, “Cuz I Sez So” New York Dolls, “Actor” St. Vincent and the remastered version of “I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got” Sinead O’Connor.

Show you must watch: “Glee”

Comic you must read: “The Umbrella Academy” & “Incognito”

Favourite movie this summer (so far): STAR TREK

Book I’m going to read next: “Pygmy” Chuck Palahniuk

Website you need to check daily: fmylife.com

I don’t know what else to write about . . . fatigue is setting in and I just want to put on my headphones and drift off to sweet slumber. Maybe I’m just in a funk from all this rain. Yeah, that’s it.

“Not renowned for my patience, I’m not renowned for my restraint”–Depeche Mode The Sinner In Me

Long title: Holding the mirror of procrastination up to everyone else except myself.

What am I up to you ask? Well, I’m enjoying the new stellastarr* single, “Graffiti Eyes.” Definitely a return to form that is sugar to my ears! Amanda’s backing vocals are yummy.

Alkaline Trio’s coming to town with Saves the Day & Nightmare of You. Since I’m a fan of all three, count on seeing me in the crowd wearing my best Hot Topic gear and being one of the few to enjoy alcohol in a sea of young scenesters.

I’m nearly done reading my copy of “Secret Identities.” Very impressed by most of the stories contained in the first volume. I say most because I think I could write something more compelling. It’s just a matter of getting off my arse really. Pick up a copy on amazon.com already.

Save me from my eBay addiction. Seriously.

Are you twittering yet? You can find me out there by clicking here.

I will tell you this . . . if you’ve been trying to get ahold of me and I hadn’t been calling/texting you back, it’s because I gave you up for Lent. Kidding. Maybe.

Random Thought.

So I saw “Hannah Montana: the Movie” last Friday. What a fresh take on the time-tested adage of never forgetting where you came from. Before you think any strangely, I took the opportunity to have a “daddy/daughter” bonding experience through Miley Cyrus. Thank you. I was not the oldest male in the theater in a trenchcoat thankfully.

“17 Again” came out this weekend. There is no way Matthew Perry would look like Zac Efron! I figured if I reverted back to 17 again, I’d probably look like this.

Enjoy your weekend.