But you can't hug a song

By Todd Stadler · Saturday, December 9, 2000 6:01pm

It's times like these that make me think it would be easiest to label myself as manic-depressive (whoops... "bipolar") and be done with it. Because, you know, once you've found a label for your problems, that's it. Problem solved. You can tell your friends and everything. Makes for good talk at parties.

Speaking of parties, I'm supposed to be going to several tonight. We'll see about that. It's been a pretty lousy day today, but for now, I'm excited. I just got out of the shower and shaved, so I feel a lot better. I'm wearing blue jeans, a white undershirt, and my favorite buckle shoes (from my trip to Barcelona, ooh la la), dancing around listening to Man Ray. It's just a moment that works. In fact, I just called up Jshrall to let him know how ridiculously happy I am that he gave me this album. He's a great guy. This album just rocks. I'm not sure why, really, as it could be considered just another post-grunge exercise in guitars. Something about craftsmanship.

But I'm not thinking about that. I'm just enjoying the moment. Things weren't so great today, but music obliterates all that. It's like liquid emotions. And it's always the same, doesn't change, doesn't disappoint. Sometimes, it's a lot better than friends. I don't want to think about what happens when this CD ends, though.

In fact, I'm wondering if the parties can measure up to this moment at all. I don't want to interact with really annoying people. Sigh. People are just trouble. And yet I suppose it's all about them, ultimately. Besides, I'd feel lame just staying home listening to music. I guess this moment is all about potential. If I didn't have anywhere to go, anyone to have showered and shaved for, then it wouldn't be so cool. Oh, foul emotions!