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Gone Since Five circa 2000 by Rich Williams
She spends thirty dollars at the makeup counter boutique. She tries to hide her ugly with shades of blue and pink. I think she once spent ninety on a care bear tattoo. And if she could only find me, she’d say goodbye to you. You.
She wears some old clothing she bought at garage sales. It makes up for her knowing and once again she fails to be what you expected or even comprehend these battles that defeat you. You called yourself her friend.
She spends three hundred dollars on a ticket to nowhere. She tells the travel agent she doesn’t really care…
She’ll make up for it once more. She will find the words you were searching for and you, you will pay for this one day. When she remembers and decides to go away. To stay.
She remembers things now. The sadness that it brings now. In her mind it rings now ’cause all she knows is you.
She calls you from the payphone at her hotel/resort. She needs to buy a ticket, a ride to the airport. She says she wants to see you. She misses you again. These battles that defeat you, you called yourself her friend.
Gone since five circa 2000 by Rich Williams
What are you waiting for? Your skies are blue again. You need to find someone, you’ve lost your only friend. What are you waiting for?Who’ve you got to blame? You remember how he looks, but you don’t know your name.
You told him you’d be back again. Like you always do. He’s expecting you. So what are you waiting for? He needs you more than he ever did.
And he’s gone. You need some room to breathe. He’s still haunting me. Feels so terribly. Tell me what’s wrong my friend. Your skies are blue again. He’s not gonna hurt you any more. What are you waiting for?
Greg Reichel and the Big Flats (bass)
Flat People (bass)
From “Rich on Bass” playlist on YouTube
No particular order…
Sea Change – Thrice
Lust for life – Lana del Rey
Appointments – Julien Baker
Smoke – Mosa Wild
Swim – Mating Ritual
Boston – Dermot Kennedy
Suit and Jacket – Judah and the Lion
Sign of the times – Harry Styles
Every day’s the weekend – Alex Lahey
Creature Comfort – Arcade Fire
Doubt – Joywave
Don’t take the money – Bleachers
Can’t get it out – Brand new
All we ever knew – The head and the heart
The system only dreams in total darkness – The national
Lay it on me – Vance Joy
Lust for life – Lana del Ray
Content – Joywave
Sleep well beast – The National
Appointments – Julien Baker
Science Fiction – Brand New
Songs about death – Mount Eerie
OKNOTOK – Radiohead 1997
Kintsugi – Death Cab for Cutie 2015
We’re all gonna die – Dawes 2016
Signs of light – The head and the heart 2016
Folk Hop and roll – Judah and the Lion
No shape – Perfume genius
What now – Sylvan esso
Young blood – Naked and famous 2010
Rhythm and Blues – The head and the heart
Seasons (Waiting on you) – Future islands
Judah and the Lion
Steve Martin/Martin Short
Just my type – Saint motel
Woodstock. The album – Portugal. The man
In cold blood – Alt-J
Waste a moment – Kings of leon
I spoke with a friend today about web content and thought leadership. I shared a website with him of someone in his industry that is doing a great job of marketing to consumers using thought leadership in a particular geographic region. Geography and the web seem very different, as we know about the world-wide-web, but what about my region-specific-venture?
I told him to write a blog about it, so I’m practicing what I preach. Content equals thought leadership. Thought leadership equals search engine domination. Here are some links to get you started on your world, as it relates to sales and marketing:
HubSpot’s (actually) free inbound certification course including an amazing exam for proof on your LinkedIn profile!
I try to update these. The albums playlist are favs from the album. There’s some crossover, obviously.
On the afternoon of April 30, 2006, Johanna and I were in the bar at the Marquette Hotel where we’d been vacationing to attend the Mitch Hedberg tribute at the Orpheum in Minneapolis. Based on the vast knowledge of comedians and hotels we’d amassed from Mitch’s jokes, we assumed the comics were probably staying at the Doubletree — or Quadrupletree — as Mitch called it.
We’d figured out the hotel’s bar was adjacent to a fine dining establishment that had fancy macaroni and cheese the bar would sell during happy hour, so we spent a lot of time there. We’d been there for a while when the bartender noticed he’d forgotten to turn on the big screen, so he asked our feedback on our viewing preference. I encouraged him to pass the sports channels, where he landed on the Ken Burns Civil War documentary. I’ve always loved to make jokes about the sad letters and flute music, so I encouraged the barkeep to turn it up.
We were eating our macaroni when Lynn Shawcroft took a seat at the barstool next to mine. Whoa, this was Mitch’s wife, touring partner and stellar opening act, and I couldn’t think of anything to say. We’d flown from Texas to be there, but all I imagined was that she’d probably enjoy a few minutes to herself before the show started in a few hours. Johanna was nudging me incessantly to say something, but I just basked in the moment, being there with the one person in the world who connected me to Mitch more than anyone.
I watched Ken Burns, I had a beer, and I knew that I was inches away from someone really special. That’s when Nick Swardson appeared behind me wearing a hoodie and jeans, “Do you mind turning on the game, I’d like to check the score?”
“I’m sorry sir, but my guests are involved in this show and it wouldn’t be fair for me to change the channel.”
Nick ordered a drink and went and stood behind me in the hall, watching the game on a wall-mounted flat screen. He was really into the game, and Jo and I spent the rest of our afternoon watching two of stand-up’s most interesting people enjoy some ‘me’ time before the big show. Even though we were clearly the most important people in that bar.
Nick was a perfect gentleman, even though I thought it was absurd that a bar didn’t show a big sports event in favor of The Battle Hymn of the Republic and a lonely letter to my dearest Eloise. But we were there. We still love Ken Burns. And the show was great.
Here’s a strange review: http://english.ohmynews.com/articleview/article_view.asp?at_code=330678
Lana del Ray
Arcade Fire (Begrudgingly)
Portugal. The Man
Judah & the Lion
Album Name of the Year: “The boy who died wolf” – Highly suspect
Some lyrics by Greg from Jester’s Folly
This is what I meant to say: I remember the scent that day, hanging in the air.
I like to watch her drink all the rain. This kind of happy, I could never feel again.
And so it begins again. My love, sweet rapture, gonna take all my sin.
Pick a park where we can meet. You make me happy feeling. I don’t wanna make you wait. I’m already leaving.
You’ve got to remember. If you don’t try this one on: Will you make a movie with me? So I don’t have to lose you.
Greg was my roommate at UT Arlington in 1998. Our band was called Lachrymethod with members Gary and Jarod. I honestly don’t remember their last names. I think about him from time to time. If you’re connected with both of us, send me a note.