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raybearI took home a big pile of CD's that had been playing nonstop at work and exchanged them for some other albums that I wanted to become better acquainted with. Now I'm bitterly wishing some of my other CD's were here. I'm not sure why I'm so music-moody these days. Several times this week I'll start an album and once I'm a couple songs into it, I switch it out for another. Or I'll just listen to one song on repeat until I drive the neighbors mad, only to rip it out halfway through in a fit of exasperation.
I was dying to leave the office from the approximate time 9 am until 3:30 pm. Now I'm quite comfortable sitting here in the quiet of a near-empty environment, puttering around online while half-heartedly researching state laws on glbt inclusive domestic violence laws. I don't think this will last much longer. I'm sure by 4:45 pm I'll quite content to leave and go home.
Damn, I need a new job.
Before I go, a story!
In college I was slightly smitten with this guy named Joe, though not Joe-the-film-student who was good friends with my friend. A different Joe. This one had shaggy brown hair and a full beard and wore colorful tie-dye. Obviously it wasn't his fashion that wooed me, but instead his fabulously warm smile and wicked sense of humor. He also just seemed like a geniunely happy person and liked to make people laugh and showed interest in their lives. The first time we hung out was with two other friends in his small single dorm room. He got up periodically to take swigs out of a bottle of jack daniels in the closet. He played guitar and we got started talking about Paul & Linda McCartney and the video "Comin' Up" or whatever it's called, and then he picked up the guitar and started playing REM's Everybody Hurts which we performed in the style of Paul and Linda. It was hiLAYrious.
One night at dinner Joe told a story I've possibly told more than him. He went to a U2 concert during the Joshua Tree tour in Ireland. Bono was introducing the song "With or Without You". He talked about the woman he wrote it for, an older girl (a neighbor?) who he was in love and how it was a "sweet sweet love". He went on and on about her, when a fan from the front yelled out with this thick drunken brogue: "DID YOU FUCK HER, BONO?!" Bono went stark raving mad, pacing around the stage, yelling at the guy. Then he said, "just for that, we're going on to Bullet the Blue Sky!" and he cued the band.
When my friend heard this story, her first words were "damn, I would have been mad -- I love With or Without You."
I was dying to leave the office from the approximate time 9 am until 3:30 pm. Now I'm quite comfortable sitting here in the quiet of a near-empty environment, puttering around online while half-heartedly researching state laws on glbt inclusive domestic violence laws. I don't think this will last much longer. I'm sure by 4:45 pm I'll quite content to leave and go home.
Damn, I need a new job.
Before I go, a story!
In college I was slightly smitten with this guy named Joe, though not Joe-the-film-student who was good friends with my friend. A different Joe. This one had shaggy brown hair and a full beard and wore colorful tie-dye. Obviously it wasn't his fashion that wooed me, but instead his fabulously warm smile and wicked sense of humor. He also just seemed like a geniunely happy person and liked to make people laugh and showed interest in their lives. The first time we hung out was with two other friends in his small single dorm room. He got up periodically to take swigs out of a bottle of jack daniels in the closet. He played guitar and we got started talking about Paul & Linda McCartney and the video "Comin' Up" or whatever it's called, and then he picked up the guitar and started playing REM's Everybody Hurts which we performed in the style of Paul and Linda. It was hiLAYrious.
One night at dinner Joe told a story I've possibly told more than him. He went to a U2 concert during the Joshua Tree tour in Ireland. Bono was introducing the song "With or Without You". He talked about the woman he wrote it for, an older girl (a neighbor?) who he was in love and how it was a "sweet sweet love". He went on and on about her, when a fan from the front yelled out with this thick drunken brogue: "DID YOU FUCK HER, BONO?!" Bono went stark raving mad, pacing around the stage, yelling at the guy. Then he said, "just for that, we're going on to Bullet the Blue Sky!" and he cued the band.
When my friend heard this story, her first words were "damn, I would have been mad -- I love With or Without You."
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Re: nothing to do with nothing
Date: 2003-05-05 08:58 am (UTC)