Take Me Anywhere, I Don't Care I Don't Care

I might have mentioned earlier that I've been lucky enough to have known and been with, and consequently screwed up what could have been the perfect relationship (s) with several remarkable women over the years, (I multi-tasked, but in different decades), but last night out of the blue, one of them called me and said she was in the neighborhood, and wanted to drop by for a quick visit. I was shocked, gob-smacked, and a shtickle verklempt.

"After all this time? It's been years!" I thought to myself.

But I quickly got my bearings & sprang into action; I washed some dishes, stuffed the pornography into the oven, removed the out-of-order sign on the bathroom, and doused myself in cologne. (Just kidding - my place was surprisingly porn-free, I smelled nice, and the dishes were already washed, and the apartment freshly scrubbed), and she came over and we split a bottle of wine, caught up, and had our first face-to face- since who knows when. She's happily married, doing well and that's cool, and the fact that we'd been very fond of each other for something like, oh, 16 years or so didn't dampen the fact that I was very glad to see her, as she was me.

Obviously nothing happened, and I was glad nothing happened. After all this time, someone important thought enough of me to call, drop by to catch up. With our circumstances radically different and everything - I thought that was kind of cool.

Below, is the Great Neil Finn, the Great Johnny Marr, with Sebastian Steinberg (Soul Coughing) on Bass, Ed O' Brian & Phil Selway (Radiohead, on Guitar and Drums respectively), and Lisa Germano (John Mellancamp) on Violin, just POUNDING out the Smiths Classic "There is a light that never goes out".


I thought my chance had come at last.