Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
I don’t fit in, but I don’t feel bad / You can’t miss a feeling that you never had / I know it’s a sham, but it seemed so real / And what I had to be, isn’t who I am / You see / The man I see (man I see) / He would never dream (never dream) / I just took the life (took the life) / They handed me (handed me) / I remember this like it was (like it was) / Yesterday (yesterday) / Even though it now seems (now it seems) / So far away (far away) / I’ve learned much more than he’ll ever know / So what do we do now, and where do we go?
Last weekend I had a melt down. It came about at a red light on Riverside Bloulevard in Sherman Oaks. Yeah, I lost my mind in “The Valley!” It came from a bowl of Frosted Flakes. Indeed, my son was eating a full bowl of cereal in the back seat of my car and when I came to a stop, that fucking bowl flew and pasted the back seat of my ride. I was smack in the middle of a Kellogg’ss nightmare sopped in sugary milk. Frosted Flakes sprayed and pasted to perfection.
Was this what my life had to come to? I was so angry and confused I drove home and went to back bed. I felt a void and was too tired to sleep. It was like I lost a part of myself. I had lost my dreams.
Jump to today. With some advice from a trusted friend and a bit of laughter, I had to remember: there is no sense crying over spilled milk.
As for my dreams. I’ve realized dreams and “the dream” change. I don’t know about you, but I need dreams and love songs about them. Here’s an hour of music for your dream. Live close to your soul and enjoy.
Go Dodgers!
Idelic Single of the Week: Fucked Up – Normal People
