Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Shimmer and Shine Shine Shine

Crush Grape Soda (sneaked), "Blues Up and Down" (Gene Ammons blues solo, 250 bpm), a new 'tude, Jazz Saxophone Etudes. 

Evolution of a Relationship (via answering machine messages)

*beep* Hey guuurl, wats up?

*beep* Um... hey? .... yeah.

*beep* If you need my notes, just call me.

*beep* Your welcome for letting you use all my notes.

*beep* Silence? Two people can play at that game.

*beep* Go to hell. And burn in it.

*beep* Sorry. I'm just sorry.

*beep* *end of messages*

ponder, over.

The Saga of Kevin.

Kevin, Kev, Kevin. Kevin graduated from high school in '12, and decided to pursue a career in music. He moved to NYC (was not kidnapped) and became under the tutelage of a strange man known as "VW", an eclectic but kind teacher. Kevin learned many lessons from VW, until VW was busted for possession of illegal chewing bubblegum (smuggled in from the Democratic French Federal Republic). Kevin, who was at VW's shack when the arrest went down, fled the premise but was caught by a cop. The cop looked strangely like Kevin, and in fact was Kevin's long lost twin. Kevin quickly tackled his terrible twin and tossed him into a gutter, taking his twin's uniform and identification. For the next three months, Kevin successfully posed as his twin and worked as a policeman in NYC, also playing in clubs and culturing various cheeses and fine wines. He even got "cop of the month", as well as Cheese Culturer of the Year! Kevin was on his evening rounds one night when he pulled over a fine-looking woman, and it was love at first sight. Kevin and his elopee drove to his friend's Cook's flat to get married (as Cook was an ordained minister) and eloped to Arizona. There, they lived in harmony until Kevin's lover left him for some guy named Earnest. Kevin, deeply depressed, forfeited his job at the Country Club's jazz band position for a janitorial job at a local convent. It was there he reunited with his child-lover Emily. They re-hit it off immediately and secretly began seeing each other. When the Mother Superior, Agnes, found out about their secret love, she destroyed Kevin and Emily with a dull-bladed letter opener. The joke was on Agnes, as Kevin and Emilys' love was so pure they were sent to sweet sweet Heaven, while Agnes ended up going to fiery Hell. There, Kevin played bass in the Gospel Angel Praise Band while Emily taught the fine sport of tennis to little cherubs. The lived happily ever after. Ponder, Kevin.

I was thinking the other day (this happens to me a lot). I thought about how everyone in the world has their own story. Six billion people (6000 million) (100,000 x 600,000) all working and living and breathing together under one sun, one moon, and one sky. We are all human. Some are white. Some are black. Some are big. Some small. Some freckled. Some with lots of moles. Some that are rich. Some that are poor. Some that are Christian, some that are Jewish, some that are Muslim. We are all human. We all have the same sun, the same moon, the same earth and the same wind. We are connected, whether we like it or not. We should bond together, to fight a much more daunting evil than each other - climate change and primates (or insects). Ponder, 6,000,000,000. 

I'm getting over her. People told me that she only likes jerks. I can't be mean. I just wish she would stop being beautiful. Whatever. We used to be friends, but now we are nothing. I don't know; I need all the friends I can get right now. I wish I could just talk to her face-to-face, but we both know that nothing will be between us besides a huge, dismal gap. I don't need counseling, just the knowledge that it's finally done. Ponder, over. 

Night. Nghit. Nhigt. Thgin!

2 comments:

  1. This is one of my favorite blogs you've done. I like your perspective on the world, I've always had a similar view. Maybe, perhaps, we're all fighting in wars over beliefs and so-called "rights" just to amuse our little human minds. =]

    Maybe a war fought among the people is an easy aversion from the people uniting against their shared fate.

    You and I should awake John Lennon from the dead and just take over the damn world, Mkay?

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