Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
With A Mirror In My Hand / And My Eyes Burned In The Fire / Drunk On Self Deception / And Punished By Desire / Leaping Directly Into A Bright White Sea / I’ll Keep Myself Breathing / And I’ll Swallow The Sound / Of Freedom
Yesterday I announced to my wife that I had given up on life. She looked at me and quickly asked, “What does that mean?” I responded from the hip, “It means I’m taking the summer off.”
It’s a relief to have left Susan in charge of everything for a while. Although with that said, I did agree to drop off and pick up our kid—and go fishing of course.
In the meantime, this combination of heat, fog, smoke, and haze has gone to my brain and shortened my patience. I’m in full “June gloom.” Funny, any time of I hear the word “gloom” I’m transported to the ’80s and the desire to date a hot goth girls. Gloom would not be somewhat cool if it weren’t for those strange but sexy pale chicks and the uneasy feeling I’d get when asking myself the question, “How am I going to get this goth chick to go out with me?”
Yes, a quality problem back in the ’80s, but to this day I remember lusting over Valerie (Val from Val). But what to ask her? “Do you want to dance?” “Wanna make the scene at Oki Dog next weekend?” “Hey, did you see that kid stab him on stage at the Cure concert last summer?”
Long live dark, eerie music sung by pale chicks on a hot summer’s day.
By the way, enjoy your 4th and the next few weeks. I think I’m off for a bit…
The Idelic Hit of the Week: FEAR OF MEN – Sane
What up with the gloom?
