I’m going to go ahead and declare today Everything You Thought Was Right Was Wrong Today Day at JB World Headquarters, for a number of reasons.
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Remember when you watch Indiana governor Mitch Daniels give the Republican response to the State Of The Union tonight, that’s the motherfucker who literally and intentionally threw dirt on me on September 20, 2005.
Lyle Lovett’s “Who Loves You Better” from The Road To Ensenada.
This song never fails to destroy me.
Late nights in musty motel rooms
Stale lives left by someone else
White lies I wish I could tell you
And questions I ask of myselfWhy do I do the things that make me sorry
Why do I do the things that make you cry
Will I lose your love to another
Who loves you better than IThe angels smile when you’re praying
But the devil laughs when you lie
And some things they go without saying
When tears fill up your eyesWhy do I do the things that make me sorry
Why do I do the things that make you cry
Will I lose your love to another
Who loves you better than ISome questions beg for an answer
Like a poet begs for a rhyme
Somehow all I can remember
Is holding your hand in mineLate nights in musty motel rooms
Stale lives left all alone
He’s telling you how he wants you
And I’m praying he doesn’t knowWhy I do the things that make me sorry
Why I do the things that make you cry
If I could lose your love to another
Who loves you better than IWho loves you better than I
I believe.
I believe in getting my hands dirty.
I believe in fixing it myself.
I believe that laughter is the best medicine.
I believe that stand-up comedy is the purest art form.
I believe in holding grudges and letting them go.
I believe in second chances, and thirds and fourths.
I believe in hugs.
I believe in face-to-face, not Facebook.
I believe the strongest bonds are formed at night over drinks.
I believe nothing is more important than spending time with the people I care about.
I believe in turning the stereo all the way up.
I believe in long road trips.
I believe in saying “yes” more often than saying “no”.
I believe that trying is as important as succeeding.
I believe in telling everyone how important to me they are.
I believe in doing anything in my power for my friends and family.
I believe in the magical restorative power of music.
I believe in thanking waitresses and bartenders every time and tipping them well.
I believe in voting with my dollar.
I believe in trying new things.
I believe in the inherently sweet nature of pit bulls.
I believe in holding hands.
I believe in public displays of affection.
I believe in women with curves.
I believe in closing my eyes and jumping in with both feet.
I believe in “I love you”.
I believe in shutting up when the movie starts.
I believe in never, ever giving up.
I believe in the power of positive action.
I believe that the greatest rewards come from overcoming the greatest discomfort.
I believe in strong coffee, cold beer and red wine.
I believe in burning bridges.
I believe in ink on paper.
I believe in sharp knives and cast-iron skillets.
I believe in Singles, The Big Lebowski, Quentin Tarantino and George Clooney.
I believe in Little Willie John, Hank Williams, John Coltrane, Thin Lizzy, Bob Pollard and Sloan.
I believe in George Carlin, Jimmy Pardo, Henry Rollins and Hunter Thompson.
I believe if I don’t love you, baby, grits ain’t grocery, eggs ain’t poultry, and Mona Lisa was a man.
I believe anything can happen, and probably will.
Is it too much to ask that What Is and What Should Be are the same every now and again, for those of us that don’t live in the magical land of Stuckeyville, Ohio?
I’m afraid Ed might have permanently warped my sense of what’s possible.
sigh.
Speaking of favorite songs and desert island discs, I remember getting Brad’s Shame from Kris Scheid, who lived down the hall from me and Lane in Cline Hall, and falling in love with it immediately. This song, “Buttercup”, has remained my go-to. This version doesn’t really do it justice, oddly enough.
Shawn Smith is a national treasure, and it’s criminal that he isn’t more well-known.
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I forgot how weird the video for Lionel Richie’s “Hello” was, and now I want to dissect it frame by frame, Zapruder-style.
There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.
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Alan Freed’s Radio, the second album by the too-short-lived North Carolina alt.country darlings Lou Ford, is one of my favorite albums, period. Something about the bombast, multi-part harmonies and tales of regret and hope tickles the spot in my brain where happy lives.
