Crushing Krisis

I have this crate of CDs. Going through them is an interesting journey through the last few years of my life. There’s a few like Green Day and Nirvana that i bought just because everyone else did. Then there’re one’s like Alanis Morissette and Sheryl Crow that wound up turning into cultural phenomenons. But, there are quite a few of them that i listened to nonstop for months, and then gave up on totally. Are they bad music? Mostly, no. Instead, i bought the albums on the strength of one popular promo single, and while i enjoyed them i never accepted them as part of my musical cannon.

With my glorious three days off, i want to listen to every CD that i own which i haven’t listened to so far this month. That’s probably only a little more than 150. I’ll keep you updated.

Liberated from Viktor, fully stocked kitchen, comfortable bed, freedom to play guitar as loud as i want, good shower pressure…

I’m so bored.

Please, all you junior-Freudians and psych-majors in the audience, keep your interpretations to yourself. I think experiencing that narrative while sick is enough mental anguish for one day without having to hear what that says about my subconscious psyche.

I’m usually quite a dancer, but for some reason i was having trouble keeping beat to this particular song. Making the situation even worse, i was very close to the middle of the semi-circle, which meant that i would definitely be on-camera when this bit aired on television. I desparately tried to bop back and forth and look merry, but something just wasn’t right. To my right a high school classmate of mine was dancing (not just any classmate: a girl with nearly the same last name who i referred to as “sis”), and she was breakin’ it down. She encouraged me to engage in a box step, or my infamous mashed potato, but i couldn’t. Finally, i figured out that my knees were virtually locked together, restricting my movement to the most basic steps i knew.

As the cameras panned away from the shot that would include me, my mind wandered, thinking about my locked knees. Just flailing my calves and feet in any direction made me think of myself as a merman, for some incredible reason. So, i pictured myself as a merman, and tried to decide who had a pool that i could bathe in.

It was around there that i awoke to go take my medication.

And it only gets better. After the kiss, the mother ape realizes her folly in trying to persuade her daughter to marry for something other than love, and the two embrace as she apologizes. This outpouring of primate-emotion apparently triggered the ape’s special power, which was to coalate moisture into tiny clouds that would dance upon their fingertips. When they reached out and brushed these clouds against someone’s skin they would disperse their moisture across the surface of said skin, making the person as sweaty as a hog

Yes, i know, it’s a great power.

After touching quite a few people, including myself, the young female ape began climbing the building we were standing in front of in classic king-kong style. Once she reached the roof of the entrance to the building (which wasn’t too far above my head), she broke out into song. At first the entire assembled cast watched her intently as she sang her heart out, but soon background music picked up behind her. It was a steady dance beat, and so the entire cast assembled in a giant semi-circle around the circumference of the garden and danced along.