God, I'm so sorry. Here I am going on and on about me and my experiences and my friends and my thoughts, and I completely forgot the reason for it all.
I'm a tough sell, baby. Very picky and snobbish about my music. But I've been listening to Schizophrenic every day for as long as I can remember now, waking up every day singing another song under my breath, and it just keeps getting better. It's your voice. Yeah, and your way with rhythm, and the sheer fun you seem to have. It's good. I wish more snobby cranks could realize that.
And the live show: magic. You're just so damn good at what you do, the dancing so effortless and filled with joy, how could I resist? Plus, your dancers and your band really seem to love their jobs. Y'all seem tight. It reinforces my feeling that you're the kind of guy who actually cares about other people, very rare, and yeah, I'm a sucker for that.
Just wanted to say thanks. What a ride!
p.s. the video for All Day Long is gold. You're the porn star in the blond wig? Well, of course. Hee!
In other news:
My step mom turned out not to be a slavering beast, of course, and I'll be happy to see her in a few weeks. *sigh* Maturity is much less entertaining than unreasoning hatred. Suck.
Hmmm, St Petersburg. I'm thinking about it. But I forgot to remember to dl my resume before I stowed my computer, and god. Recreating that is just like dragging my brain cells through the mud. So I reckon I'll put off the job search for one more day.
Watched an interesting documentary about the Weather Underground, a radical organization of the 70s. Turns out one of the leaders is now a math teacher at an Albuquerque community college. Who knew?
Birthday shopping for my sister, today. She's difficult. Likes the handbag I got in NY, so of course I can find nothing even remotely similar in Milwaukee. Dang it! I'm much better at buying presents for me. Me, me, me.
And on that note, adios. :)