(kind of fickle, aren’t you today, miss smith?)
ok, i wasn’t going to mention this, but I LOVE BARRY MANILOW.
i think this is something i’ve been supressing for years.
or it’s more likely that i just forgot.
i forget many many things. i shudder to think what i’ll be like when i’m really old, over a hundred years old. but then again, i won’t remember to be worried about it.
when i was very young i LOVED barry manilow. i LOVED him. my aunt sandy and my grandmother lived in las vegas for a while and when i went out there for a visit, we went to see barry manilow at one of the casinos and i was VERY THRILLED and i remember that they gave me two very large bottles of ginger ale or something because there was some kind of drink minimum and they wouldn’t serve me alcohol.
who needs ALCOHOL when you have BARRY MANILOW?
so when i was just in LA and had my orgy feeding frenzy buying spree at Amoeba Music, i saw a Barry Manilow Live! cd, and i bought it. i didn’t listen to it till tonight, and when i started listening i just got SO HAPPY and i started dancing around and i’ve listened to it twice now and I LOVE BARRY MANILOW.
i’m sorry if you’re cringing every time you have to read that, but it’s the truth, and i had to get that off my chest.
i’m sure i’ve written here about me and music. when i was in junior high, i suddenly realized that i had to like a band, any band, i had to start listening to music. as if this would somehow make me less of a total outcast. so one afternoon i listened to “the things we do for love” and “she’s a rich girl” and i liked both of them and decided these were my favorite songs. easy enough.
but i didn’t really listen to much music, and i still don’t listen to so much of it to this day.
the thing is, it’s one of those things i forget. i can just be, in complete silence, for hours at a time, and i don’t even realize that there’s no music playing or no noise at all. i think this is because it can be pretty loud in my head. there’s at least one loud conversation going on up there most of the time.
it’s not that i don’t like music; i really do like it. and as i’ve gotten older, i’ve listened to more kinds of things, and i like most of it. but the problem is that i try to listen, but my mind wanders off and i forget all about the music that is playing and suddenly i realize that it’s once again quiet.
on the outside, anyway.
anyway, barry manilow. i LOVE him. and i’ll probably listen to this cd so much that i get thoroughly sick of it and i won’t listen again for years and years.
today was a very good day because i found my dress. it was crumpled on my closet floor. this made me quite happy.
not to mention the fact that TOMORROW IS FRIDAY and i get to go dancing tomorrow night.
in my dress that is no longer lost.
ok then,
april grace.