So yeah, I have the ability to blog for people that will actually listen, and yet I have not taken advantage. Screw that, I’m not going out that easy. As you may or may not be aware, yours truly is a gigantic music nerd. Not the kind of music nerd that only projects a false sense of senoirty by only claiming to like “cool” music that nobody has ever heard of, or wants to hear for that matter. Well, yeah, I can be that guy, but whatever:) For instance, right now, as I type, I am watching the video that returned my man Garth Brooks back in the game, “She’s more than a memory”, and you know what? It’s a fucking good song, and a hell of a video. The type of song that tells a story, sounds good, and sounds good! Dog on people who like Garth Brooks all you want, but why? You are seriously going to dog my grandparents? Don’t do it sucka:) The guy makes people smile, and entertains, Chris Gaines notwithstanding. Hey, we all make mistakes. Jaime and I tried dying my hair once lol. So that brings me to the first of many songs that I swear will make your life better- “Keep me in your heart” by the late, great Warren Zevon. His last of many prolific simplistic bombastic songs that the man gave us is my favorite from the man who brought us “Werewolves of London”, This one is, WOW. If you don’t well up with overloading emotions when you hear it, everytime, I have a long list of proffesionals who can get you back to living life without anti-social tendencies. Mr. Zevon was stricken with the big C, and told he only had so much time to live. I’ve been down that kind of road before, and never has a song just flat out represented this kind of boom being laid down. You can hear it in his strained vocal, a vocal never more true to it’s intent. When he sings “when you do little things around the house, maybe you’ll think of me and smile”, Jesus man, I am getting heavy eyes just typing it. There are so many “sad” songs, (many of which are by Rascal Flats and screw off, tell me you don’t freaking ball everytime you hear “Sarabeth”. Seriously, the whole anti-social thing), that are sad sad, where you are just, I don’t know, sad. When a situation like this busts you upside the head, and Jesus, I’ve had a few, sure you get sad. But there is reflection period that is undescribible. Except Mr. Zevon describes it perfectly. The guy structures and crafts his songs so well too, that when you write a perfect song stucturally, and pour your fucking soul out on the line, and create a subtle masterpiece, then jeez, you just smile, wipe your eyes, thank whoever you believe you give thanks to and live life that much better from that very moment on. Thanks for taking the time to read my thoughts, and I will see you next week when I enlighten the world to another man whose name began with W, and projected perfection not from the hills of the Los Angeles area, but from a little state that once housed pee wee’s bike. One.