Monday, December 28, 2009

Beautiful Disaster

I'm back in high school. My government teacher is selling herbalife on the phone. We are going on a school trip and I say goodbye to my boyfriend before I go...BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN!! If you haven't figured it out by now, this is a dream.
I get on the train and see a person crossing the railroad tracks. I run towards the operator and try to tell him to stop, but by now the person crossing the tracks is gone. However, by me trying to save this apparition's life, I distracted the operator and made him derail the train causing it crash into a bunch of cars stuck in traffic. I back off in embarassment, go back to my seat and pretend nothing happened.

THEN! As me and other people are being checked by paramedics, Bruce Springsteen comes into the train and I run into his arms. He looks at me worried and asks me if I'm OK. I say I'm fine and he tells me in his beautiful deep husky voice: "Let's go home."

I wake up before I can respond. I've never wanted to go home so bad.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Whaddaya mean I gotta get my anal glands expressed?

I'm gonna ruin someone's Christmas Eve by taking my dog to the vet to get his anal glands expressed on the 24th. I'm so sorry.

Shivers down my spine...

I love this man.
I love this man.
I love this man.
I love this man.
I love this man.

Makes you wanna ride a pink cadillac. That's 1985, I wasn't even born yet! How sad! I need a time machine. I need to go back to 1985, sneak my way into that concert and somehow get up on that stage. Somebody wake me up when teletransportation to the past is possible.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

I get up in the evening
and I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help

You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark

Message keeps getting clearer
radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
baby I just know that there is

You can't start a fire
you can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark

You sit around getting older
there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
come on baby this laugh's on me

Stay on the streets of this town
and they'll be carving you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
hey baby I'm just about starving tonight
I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book

I need a love reaction
come on now baby gimme just one look

You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Hey baby

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Tramps like us, baby we were born to run

So after watching The 25th Anniversary Rock & Roll Hall of Fame (all 4 hours of it) on Sunday, I have become determined to save up, despite the austerity, for Bruce Springsteen and the E street band tickets. I must.

I actually prefer general admission tickets than front row ones. I mean, yeah in front row you get a seat and in GA you'll be standing, but at least you can get to be right in front of the stage! I rather stand for hours right in front of Bruce than to have front row seats feet away from him. What are the chances of little ol' me actually getting to touch Bruce Springsteen? For the sake of my sanity, I must try. So even though the band is on hiatus, I've got ticketmaster alerts already set when they come back. Which gives me enough time to save up. I had someone ask me why I would pay hundreds to see a 60-year-old man sing and play the guitar. Umm, did she not hear me say it's BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN!?

Digressing a little, it might be just my mind chilling in the gutter but, I keep seeing that before the last verse on "Born to Run" Bruce always gets close to the stage and lets people touch the neck of his guitar (3:12). If there's no real meaning behind it, then it may just be an accidental sexual innuendo. I mean, the way people reach out to touch his, ahem, guitar. Which happens to be an instrument that is so close to his groin. There's ecstasy in knowing you are touching Bruce's guitar, and seeing him standing over you, looking down on you. That, together with the cacophony in the stadium, it's just downright hypnotic.

I want to like his wife, I really do. But in my deranged dreams, it feels like she's standing in the way of my happiness. Between Ahab and his whale. Yeah, right. That's what keeps me from finding happily ever after with Bruce, his wife. Not the fact that he doesn't know I exist ;P

Speaking of the concert: Stevie Wonder; Smokey Robinson; Simon and Garfunkel; BB King; crosby, stills and would think they are way past their prime, but damn! BB King is 82 and has more dexterity in his fingers than any 20, 30-something year old. I just hope God keeps him alive until I have a chance to see him too.