I know you came here looking for Battle of the Bands, BUT I've
Catfishing you say?
Yep.
That's my way of telling you I'll be back bright and early tomorrow with something VERY SPECIAL... and something never before done on this blog. (Seriously, that is the TRUTH.)
Here's a hint at the topic under discussion:
However, all is not lost. It's entirely possible you missed the much-anticipated HERE'S TO YOU post that went up on Friday. It's been so long you might not recall what that is. Hint: it's a bunch of dedications to all of YOU. So, go back one post and celebrate your awesomeness.
For more Battle of the Bands fun, check out the other BOTB bloggers to vote on their battles:
Holy tomole. On my last post I told you to expect a HERE'S TO YOU post for today. That is what this is (if the title didn't give it away). So, I went through my old blogs searching for my LAST HERE'S TO YOU post. Can you believe it was last year? That shocked me. 12/11/14 to be precise. AND it was mostly a kiss good-bye to one of my favorite blogs. So, I don't even know when the last "normal" HERE'S TO YOU went live. I'd look it up but I don't want to depress myself more.
I love doing HERE'S TO YOU. I love showing you the love for what you're doing on your blogs. The stuff you share. I really just enjoy the heck out of it. And I think you like it, too. But these posts don't happen if 1) I'm not reading as much, or 2) I'm not getting that vibe that tells me "this video goes with that blog bit." I think the first reason is the primary one that HERE'S TO YOU has slowed down to a crawl.
Since I hope to jump back into writing my novel ferociously and with all-consuming passion, I'm not going to promise these will come more frequently. I'll just continue to do as I've done (post random links on your blogs when I know I don't have enough for a "real" post) and surprise you when I'm actually rollin' with it.
If you don't get how this outpouring of love goes with what you've been doing, email me. I'll tell you. My addy is in the sidebar.
Let's get this party started!!!
This one is for everyone:
This one is for The Beer Boys at A Beer For The Shower: (this is the song I couldn't think of and talked about at length on your blog, but I saw this band in the sidebar while I was on YouTube and was like, "Yes!")
As I began working on it, a HERE'S TO YOU post began to take shape. I kid you not. So, I stopped doing THIS and started doing THAT. Which means saving videos to Favorites. Thinking about your posts. I think my psychic link is somewhat broken. Or flickering. Used to be that I'd read one of your posts and *voila* I'd just know the footage to go with it. Now, it happens sometimes, and I've been prone to linking you to the footage since a HERE'S TO YOU hasn't actually happened in a very long time. So, be on the lookout for a HERE'S TO YOU... maybe Friday.
Anyway, I wanted to tell you about a few things going on here. Last night I was so tired. Just drained really. I went to bed before 7pm. Right after dinner. This from the girl who often can't sleep at night. Anyway, I woke up rather a lot, but didn't get up until 9:00am or so. Can we say TIRED? Anyway, in the middle of the night I had this dream about my dad.
Me and My Dad
Honestly, I always love when my dad makes an appearance in my dreams. He was driving a van or minivan. I was in the backseat. He says something like, "Uh oh. I think I made a wrong turn. I just got off the interstate and now I'm not sure I can get back on." To which, I climb into the passenger seat, reach under the dash, and say, "No worries. I've got a GPS. We'll just plug it in."
And then I woke up.
For the record: NOT ME
Now, that is funny because I used to have literal panic attacks when I'd get lost. (Not anymore, but it was seriously an ISSUE for me.) I was thinking about this dream (again) in the shower (aka The Think Tank) trying to decipher the ins and outs of it. When my dad comes to talk, it MEANS something. Finally, I decided that he was representing my mom in this dream. It feels like she's driving "our" car and has taken a very bad wrong turn. Rather, many wrong turns. In the dream I wasn't worried because I had the GPS, the fix, the way out. In real life, I stay knotted up all the time because she won't accept my GPS, my fix, or my way out.
So what is Dad trying to tell me? Get out of the car? Force the GPS on her? Or just remain peaceful and centered inside because I will not get lost no matter how many wrong turns she makes? It feels terrible, but it will be okay.
So, what was I doing on YouTube?
Well, I'm still trying to take you on the Train tour. This was a band that was also in need of some GPS. I think I can safely say they felt directionally challenged after the failure of For Me, It's You (2005). So much so that the band went on "hiatus" and Pat Monahan recorded a solo album, Last of Seven, in 2007. So, now several years have passed; it's now 2009. That's a long time and many people thought Train was dead after For Me, It's You. Then they release Save Me, San Francisco.
Pat said this about this amazing come-back of an album:
"(It was), 'Let's just make this record from our hearts and not worry
about the rest. Let's just do this because we love it.' When we started
go from that angle, it made us make better music and write better songs,
feel better about things. Before anyone heard the record we felt like
we were successful. And for maybe the first time in our careers, we
stopped trying to write hit songs and were coming from a place of love."
I've made the statement that I hold fast to regarding the song by same name as the album (in this case, Save Me, San Francisco) as embodying the "feel" of the album. As someone who feels like I could use some direction or a "save," this song is keeping time with my life.
Train wouldn't know it at the time this album was recorded, but it was a LONG time before they recorded the next. California 37 was still quite a few years off. So, they lived on this album (and this album tour) for years. So, I'm going to stretch this album out a bit. But, always keep in the back of your mind that every song on this album is a search for their sound. Their selves. Their independence and their interdependence. So many of the things we all spend much of our own lives seeking. Heck, I'm still looking.
Where do I end and my mother begin? At what point do her problems become my problems and vice versa? We can't navigate this life without affecting the people around us. Sometimes we're being saved and sometimes we're saving and sometimes we're just working on our swimming skills. But, let's face it, we're never standing still. And, as FAE, said so eloquently in the comments of my last post: "Whenever I'm blue thinking how someone, especially someone important,
disappointed me; I think of all the possible disappointment I've caused
others, by simply being myself." Did that feel like a sucker punch? Don't look at me. I'm just quoting another brilliant mind!
Have you been high, been low? Have you been yes or oh hell no? What about rock 'n roll and disco? Have you been up, been down? Been lost when someone's not around? What about reggae or calypso? Have you been stop, been go? Have you been yes or oh hell no? Rock 'n roll and disco?
