Are you asking or am I? We both are I guess. I don't really have an answer. I guess I want you to have some interesting reason to keep visiting my site. So is it going to be interesting? I don't know I haven't started doing it yet! It might be gobshite!! But I think it will be good. I mean it's pretty good so far. I mean nothings happened. I know that. But it's not boring....
But that's the point maybe. I feel like I'm becoming boring and not only that I'm getting bored. Not as in I have nothing to do but as in just bored in general. I have to make an effort to be interested in things I'm doing and the people I'm talking to. I feel flat and a little sad when doing the things I'm supposed to love and that's getting kinda worrying.
Well, there are exceptions..
I wasn't bored on Friday while traveling to my gig at Rhino Room.
I got excited by my taxi driver!
Very excited!
He was a Jamaican guy... I know!! Good already!.. and while we're driving there's a song on the radio I despise. I tell him this, he agrees, switches over and Michael Jackson's "Don't Stop Til You Get Enough" comes on.
"YEAH!" I shout. This somehow prompts my phone to ring which has Michael Jackson's "Wanna Be Startin Somethin" as the ring tone.
I'm so excited by the fact that two Michael Jackson songs are playing at the same time that I decide not to answer it (Sorry Craig) and I once again involuntarily shout "YEAH!"
The taxi driver is amused, and asks "So you like Michael Jackson?"
"YEAH!" I reply.
I then realise "YEAH!" are the only words I've said since being in the cab and in fear of appearing autistic I follow immediately with "Yes, Yes I do!"
He smiles and I swear this is true, pulls a portable DVD player from what seems like his right ear, presses play and the "Smooth Criminal" film clip starts immediately.
I lose my shit! Not one, not two, but THREE! Michael Jackson songs are playing at the same time! I can't contain myself "YEAH!YEAH!YEAH!" I shout.
The taxi driver is very happy as he knows he's going to get a big tip. He's wrong as I had no cash so pay with credit. Unlucky for him. But a GODSEND for me as I would have given him at least seventy dollars being so OUT OF MY MIND from that "triple-whammy-Jackson-palooza." (Shutup. What would you call it?!)
I want more of this caliber of excitement more often! Don't you?!
And this is WHY I'm embarking on this project!
As I got out of that cab I realised part of the thrill had come from the fact I didn't know this guy from a bar of soap.
How many other odd random people out there could return me to that place where my true passions lie and invigorate in me those endorphins which fire only when I'm being who I'm supposed to be.
Like a bar of soap, that Jamaican guy cleansed me and made me feel pure and I pictured myself standing in a shower rubbing him all over my naked chest. I then pictured ALL the people I was going to meet standing with us saying nice things to each other and rubbing each others chests.
This suddenly made me feel weird and uncomfortable and I swore to myself that I would never tell a soul what I'd just imagined.
Nevertheless I got excited. I'm going to meet some random, fun people and we're going to have a good time!! I want you to get excited too. So get three sets of speakers, face them in the direction of your listeny bits..(they're on either side of your face) and have yourself a "triple-whammy-Jackson-palooza!" cause I'm anticipating some exciting times ahead..
