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Today was not a wholly marvelous day. Win some, loose some.
I took my blue mood down to the waterfront around 7:00 and walked down the boardwalk to a cover band playing sad sixties love songs. Soundtrack of my evening.
I was down there to help June & Fred of Moonlighting import clothing take down their booth, a little side job I've been doing every labor day weekend for the last three years. I'm glad I went. When I'm despondent I'm more balanced if I go Out Among My People.
I know, it's weird.
I collect people.
That's not strange for good friends, but I take it to an extreme by collecting good aquaintances. Besides, My People have mutual ties...I help them when they ask. If I didn't they wouldn't be My People. Of course, that's the reason I'm MCing for a festival in booming tumwater despite having no vocal stage presence (or presence of mind on stage unless I'm behind a violin). When one's musician friend asks of one, one does, right? It's part and parcel of my territorial, proprietary aproach to cities. Those words are misleading, though - it's not that I'm interested in keeping others out, but that I work my way in. Where I live is a part of me, and visa versa.
That is a digression to distract from the uncomfortable slow burn of melancholy, expected eventually but still unpleasant. Y'know, if silly, illogical emotion didn't get involved in our human relationships, they'd be so much simpler.
...If your heart breaks, don't wait, turn me away
...
I've been away now, oh how I've been alone...
I took my blue mood down to the waterfront around 7:00 and walked down the boardwalk to a cover band playing sad sixties love songs. Soundtrack of my evening.
I was down there to help June & Fred of Moonlighting import clothing take down their booth, a little side job I've been doing every labor day weekend for the last three years. I'm glad I went. When I'm despondent I'm more balanced if I go Out Among My People.
I know, it's weird.
I collect people.
That's not strange for good friends, but I take it to an extreme by collecting good aquaintances. Besides, My People have mutual ties...I help them when they ask. If I didn't they wouldn't be My People. Of course, that's the reason I'm MCing for a festival in booming tumwater despite having no vocal stage presence (or presence of mind on stage unless I'm behind a violin). When one's musician friend asks of one, one does, right? It's part and parcel of my territorial, proprietary aproach to cities. Those words are misleading, though - it's not that I'm interested in keeping others out, but that I work my way in. Where I live is a part of me, and visa versa.
That is a digression to distract from the uncomfortable slow burn of melancholy, expected eventually but still unpleasant. Y'know, if silly, illogical emotion didn't get involved in our human relationships, they'd be so much simpler.
...If your heart breaks, don't wait, turn me away
...
I've been away now, oh how I've been alone...
