trying.

'trying to tell you i don't know'. i know i've used that quote before, freedy johnston's 'can you fly' album. an album that will forever mark a very important part in my life. rambling? i'm about to. i was thinking about lou reed's rant on his 'take no prisoners' album about how he was asked to write a song for the broadway show mahogany but in the end diana ross wrote the theme song and, well...that's that and tonight as i was driving home from jenny's place - we had a nice snack out at east is east out on west broadway (?) where they had crazy russian dancers throwing their skirts into your food, not on purpose but...(back at it) i'm driving home singing, in my head only, the theme from mahogany, but really only the first two lines as that's all i know...'have you ever been mellow? have you ever tried?' i dunno. have i? not with the amount of coffee i consume. tonight's dinner dancing was also witnessed by nettwerk records big wig terry mcbride and some of his cohorts...and then later, in whole foods, jenny and i ran into a guy with a bit of a nettwerk connection, a dubious one but, well, jonathon simkin, the rock and roll laywer and co-owner/honcho at 604 records...love that guy and i told him so. jenny and i picked-up some little chocolate thingys and hit the road as it was/is a school night and sleep's important for a good work week...shit, and here i am up still...hey, i'm staying up late tonight, who's with me? call the cops i'm gonna stay up a little while longer. today i called someone's hair style, a kind of 70's country singer look. tammy wynetteish...and i meant it as a compliment...i did. and she's a cutie, hell, good lookin' so i hope she wasn't insulted. coming from me it was deep praise...you know sometimes it's what people don't say that says the most? i do. and it was said to me. i blew out a bucket of balls today on the north shore with my pal deborah...she'd never hit balls at a driving range before but gave it a good go. good sport. larry got himself a nice brush-free car wash today as well...nice. he just seems to like it. i've decided to put a few eggs into one particular basket. for better or for worse - and i mean it. either way the water runs off the roof is fine with me, in the end, but i'm throwing it all in there. more as this develops. or not. you may never hear of it again. i've decided i need some piano tunes on my computer, in my life, around. if you have any suggestions let me know. no singing. no drums. no...no. no. just piano. that and solo violin. i need it. i want it. i'm gonna get it. ok.
bedtime.

i love you.

g. xo