Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Everyone Is Trying to Bum Me Out

Rain, sleet, hail, or snow I tend to walk around with a smile on my face. At first glance you'd think I was either the happiest guy in the world or touched. Truth is neither could be further from the truth. I'm in fairly good control of all my faculties and as a rule I don't like things. Seriously, most things I could do without: Cars, work, people etc. Given the choice I'd take a pass of the majority of life. Problem is I'm stuck here for the foreseeable future so I figure the path of least resistance is my best chance for skating by till something better than the here and now comes along. I have no intention of checking out before my reservation is up but I don't really feel like fighting while I'm here. This machine is broken. We gummed up the works a long time ago so now its completely out of whack. Some people don't see anything wrong with how the ball bounces so they play along in blissful ignorance. Those people bug me. Other people see that things are FUBAR and rage out loud with righteous indignation. Those people bug me. There's lots of gray in between these two extremes and there's folks clear across the spectrum at every point. However, at some point or another I can guarantee you of one thing: they will bug me.

I'm not saying I've got it all figured out over here, I'm just saying I don't pretend to either. If I had to write some sort of credo it would read like this:

CHAS
Que Sera Sera
It Is What It Is
Everything Is Everything
Whatever...I'm Tired

So on those days when my apathetic prick quotient is at its highest I turn to a little song by the Eels called "Flower". Its off their '96 album Beautiful Freak, the same album that gave them their only real radio hit "Novocaine For The Soul". The Eels are a band but really its just an outlet for lead singer/songerwriter/multi-instrumentalist E to wax misanthropic on record. "Flower" is melancholia on a sunny day. E lets you know that he's none too thrilled with the world but the whole song rests on a choir harmony that lets a sliver of inspiration peer through. He's pretty bummed out, but not really...either way.

Eels- "Flower"

1 comment:

Liz Dwyer said...

Um, I think you need to come over to the crib and let cousin Liz cook dinner for you.