a sixth sense

Tomorrow morning I'm going to a job interview. My sixth. At the same place. Yeah, sixth. I applied for a position in December. Let's hope this one seals the deal.

Hail Mary...

And hot damn isn't bden just too damn beautiful? Geesh! Sometimes, it's painful...

say yes

I have several drafts in my blogger dashboard trying to explain what Panic at the Disco means to me, and how and why they have quickly ascended to the level heretofore reserved for Prince, Madonna, Wendy & Lisa. Words continue to fail me. I try to explain that That Green Gentleman is my new Purple Rain. I try to explain that something this band does in their music and presentation speaks to me in a way that no artist has in years (ever?). While I don't know how to say what I want to say, I do know this: on Friday the 13th, I saw one of the best concerts I've ever seen. It was a live show that had me dancing with glee, singing, cheering, screaming, crying and sometimes just staring in awe at what was before me. That's what I know.

And I know the Saturday show did much of the same, and Sunday found me at the Purple Panther with Ace, adding a piece to my music tribute arm.

20 years after Lovesexy, Pretty. Odd. is what it's all about. I think reinventing love is a pretty close cousin to the feeling u get when u fall in love not with a girl or boy but with the heavens above. Lovesexy. Say yes. Say yes, yes, yes. And your own Lovesexy will be born.

Happy 50th, mon frere. We'll always have '88!

dance in the rain

Off to Vegas today for the start of Panic Part 2, catching the last 2 shows of the Honda Civic Tour (Vegas tonight, Anaheim tomorrow). Back in April we saw the first 2 shows at The Warfield in San Francisco. Our original crew was slightly dismantled (boo!), but the remainders and one newbie will carry the legacy.

Not planning to end up with a tattoo out of this venture.

Bit by bit, putting it together

I wake this morning realizing I had a perfect day yesterday, which began with this Twitter from Japhy79:

Old View: Life as journey. New View: Life as process. Where you are headed is less interesting than the means that gets you there.

That pretty much set the tone for the full, rewarding day that found time for all I wanted to do. Check it out:

Got in some good doggie play time with Reading before delivering cough drops to Shana and watching a slew of gay Bden clips. That alone, makes for a great day, and it was barely nine in the early a.m. Andrea showed up early so I didn't make coffee, water the lawn, or grab the checkbook so I could mail rent check -- all bad things, yes, but resolved. Keep reading.

Andrea and I stop for coffee. (Problem #1 solved. See?) L.A. Times 'scope says "Scorpio , you're headed in directions even you don't know. Get ready."

Uneventful work morning, highlighted by hiring a Post Accountant, the one task that lingered from last week and logging in to AIM for the first time since I left that other place. Caught up with some other F.A.G.'s. Talk to shrink and resolve to take a break while I'm in transitional/unpredictable work situation and sans automobile. Check.

Leave loving birthday message for Mom when I can't find her at home or on cell, only to have Goddaughter call ten minutes later to tell me about her presentation on Oklahoma. No, she didn't sing a song from the musical, like I asked, but did wear a Sooners cheerleader outfit to the chagrin of the straight uncle. She then passes phone on to Mom, from birthday lunch at the Olive Garden.

Spend afternoon on festival details for Karlovy, Provincetown, San Antonio and apps for Spain. Segue into job #2, babysitting the 2 girls. Uneventful evening with no crying, teething, poopy diapers, or misbehaving. Good chat with Jamie on the ride home, then on to...

Dinner at the Guilty Pleasure duplex -- yummy as always and good "growing up" stories, which ultimately lead retires to the living room and... Panic videos. YAY!!! I partake for only a few minutes (a definite exercise in self-discipline) and off to...

A brisk walk around the hood with Reading after a call from Mom after she heard the loving message left earlier in the day. Back to the house to water the lawn, throw down some more seed (uh, grass seed. gross.), trim rosebushes and trees, rearrange patio furniture.

Back inside to catch up on personal e-mails/facebook/myspace and a few work e-mails, too. Quality time at prince.org hitting all the usuals: religion, Prince, Wendy, Madonna. Wrap up with the preceding 3 posts on this here blog, which had been sadly neglected for a couple of weeks. (Okay, months, I know.)

And today I'm mailing the rent check I just wrote. Done and done.

Let the joy be in the doing, not in the end -- Mother Teresa

everybody gets there and everybody gets their way

How have I not posted this yet? Truly, a brilliant video. And I was at the shoot. It was this day.

but it's better if you do.

Tonight I told my mom, the perennial worrier, that I quit my job. She responded as such, "you sound better than you did before, so it must be a good thing." Not the reaction I was expecting in the least. Things really are shaping up to be pretty odd. Yeah, I'm on my way.

In other news, my commitment to myself in leaving that place and taking positive steps is to write here every day. Even if only one sentence about my day, I need to do it. Kabbalah tune-ups don't count.

Oh, and why in the hell haven't I posted any of these yet???

this is just the prologue

the problem with living life at the speed of the internet is the sense that what isn't documented is lost, and worse, what isn't documented immediately isn't worth documenting at all. well, this post is a big "fuck u" to that notion. February was a great month for me, the best I've had in a long time and the busiest, too. And I was sick for a good two weeks of it as well. Arrrgh. Anyway, I took off a few days at the beginning of the month as comp time for being onsite over a couple of weekends while the office was painted. It was great to get a good break without using vacation time. And better to have a chunk of time off without going out of town or doing too much.

I'm gonna write more, but just to get some of it out:

Org Invasion

My new phone

My first Panic at the Disco experience

Road trip to Vegas for Cobra Starship

when the moon fell in love with the sun

more details to follow. ;)

feeling as good as lovers can!

OMG -- can't frickin' wait!



isn't Brendon's footwork/dancing adorable?

back 2 the street where we began...

disclaimer: i'm going to get all Pete Wentz on u and gush about Panic and Barack.

i've been on the Obama-Clinton fence for several months, after an initial lean to Edwards as the closest to progressive candidate. it was Caroline's column that has pushed me off the fence and firmly to Obama. my interest in politics began with reading a JFK biography in 2nd grade. in 1983 i wrote a letter to Ted saying i was disappointed that he wasn't entering the 1984 race. a high point of my childhood was receiving a response from him. i went to college in Boston because of the Kennedys. i interned in Joe Kennedy's Boston office. i met Caroline at a book signing for the Patriot's Handbook and i was more starstruck than when I met Wendy, Lisa, or Prince. color me swayed.





find Nine in the Afternoon and listen to it NOW. it is a slice of billowy wonder beauty. hanging with my Guilty Pleasure comrades listening to it on repeat for, oh, over 3 hours the day it was released, i told them it is to the songs on A Fever You Can't Sweat Out as Raspberry Beret was to the songs on Purple Rain -- purely brilliant pop confection inspired by or at least owing a debt to the boys from Liverpool.

my repeat action followed me from the compound to the office. i now submit Exhibit A, details on the Top Ten most played tracks in my itunes:

1. Purple Rain Live	Prince And The Revolution	Atlanta '85	302
2. Let's Say	Girl Bros.	Girl Bros.	260
3. Erotica	Madonna	Confessions Tour Studio	234
4. Nine in the Afternoon	Panic at the Disco	Pretty. Odd.	179
5. Love... Thy Will Be Done	Martika	Martika's Kitchen	176
6. A Place In Heaven	Prince And The Revolution	Dream Factory Remastered	169
7. Love Song	Madonna and Prince!!!!!	Like A Prayer	162
8. Hands Clean	Alanis Morissette	Under Rug Swept	143
9. Future Lover	Madonna	Confessions On A Dance Floor	128
10. All My Dreams	Prince And The Revolution	Dream Factory Remastered	125

okay, so clearly, we're entering hallowed ground. i first noticed where it was at about 147 plays, when it was creeping up on Love song. i reported myself 2 S, and she replied, "just accept it. u already changed your wallpaper." and she's right. but the thing is, i've been on this machine for 2 years. my Top Ten, hell, my Top 25, is a finely crafted achievement meant to illustrate my musical leanings, my affections, my heart, my soul. and in 2 days, Panic is knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door! granted, that particular version of Purple Rain is 18 minutes +, so in actual listening time it'll be in the lead 4 a long while. but then again Pretty. Odd. doesn't come out until March. whaddamigonnalissen2?

did i mention i also got tix to opening night of the Honda civic tour at the Warfield in s.f.? that's right. poppin the panic cherry in April! don't u wanna come?

that giggle that u do...

oh, brendon...

just a wet dream 4 the webzine

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Okay, so i knew i was in love in Brendon after watching a three-part interview for the Finnish TV show Pop-Ikoniin, which concluded with the following exchange:

P-I: If Panic! at the Disco was a superhero, which superhero you would be?

Brendon: Like one that I make up or like an already existing one?

P-I: U can make it up.

Brendon: Really. (Brief reflective pause) We’ll be like a mix between Prince and Liberace with more flamboyant clothing, if you can imagine that. And I, uh, use your imagination with the superpowers. Just take those two people, put ‘em together – add Freddie Mercury as well – and more flamboyant clothing…

P-I: So they make everyone gay.

Brendon: (Stutters) That’s just one big gay superhero. That’s fine. I mean, f it gets—

P-I: That’s one big man soup.

Brendon: (Smiling) Yeah, that’s one big man soup. If it gets the job done, you know.

P-I: Alright, thanks.

Brendon: There we go! Thank you very much.

P-I: Nice to meet u.

Brendon: U too.

oh how it's been so long

it's so fucking awesome to be excited about new music and to have a new obsession that is rooted in a genuine appreciation of the musicality and lyricism of a group. a dreamysexyhotqueerish lead singer is just icing. Panic at the Disco has entered my consciousness -- yes, i'm a couple two years late to the party, but after only a month of exposure, i'm a goner. i've fallen hook, line and sinker! their sophomore album is slated for a spring release and i'm loving the tracks i've heard from it. it's been a loooong time since i've been excited for a new album to come out. for the last few years, i anticipate The Idol's albums with cautious optimism. while Confessions was a pleasant surprise that has become a favorite of the post-Madonna era, i'm 100% dreading the next Madonna album. i strongly dislike Timbaland & JT's sound and arrogance. i'm praying for M to work one of her miracles. and the 3 return-to-pop discs from P have steadily improved from Musicology to 3121 to Planet Earth, but his recorded worked hasn't been inspired since TRC, which was unfortunately marred by the clunky JW-speak. and while CW is that is his live shows are where it's at, the 3121 shows i saw in Vegas last year and other sets i've heard illustrate that without a solid backing band there's not much life left in the hits. but i digress... Panic blows me away! my ipod has been stuck on their Reading 2007 set for about five days. great blend of tunes from their debut disc, new tracks and covers. they're top rate musicians and Brendon's voice is just really fucking brilliant -- and the little shits are barely legal! can't wait for the live show.