just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart

It’s 4 am and Enimen’s losing himself on my iTunes shuffle. I’m tired. I want to go back to bed, go to sleep, dream about being someplace I want to be so I know where it is. In the morning I’ll buy a map, steal a car, possibly rob a bank, get there as soon as I fucking can, because today I’m tired and I don’t want to be tired anymore.

For the record, because ALL good songs you hear other people sing were written by either Bob Dylan or Tom Waits, this one is on Tom.

Tori Amos Strange Little Girls

Tom Waits Rain Dogs

The Glitter and Doom Tour

I really shouldn’t tell anyone this because I don’t have tickets yet but Tom Waits is going on tour. As asshats like to brag about seeing people who never go on tour, I, asshat that I am, get to brag about seeing him in L.A. in 2000. (Oh…did I mention I saw Leonard Cohen in 1993? I bet you’re so fucking jealous you’re pissing green.)

Oh yeah… Leonard Cohen is on tour right now. Did I mention I don’t have tickets to see him either? Of course…he’s not coming to the U.S. anytime soon…if at all.

The good news is all shows aren’t sold out. If you want to buy me tickets to see Cohen, just toss in a couple of tickets to Germany, Italy, or the UK (because you know how dangerous it is to hitchhike these days!).

Seriously. Tom and Leonard are on tour this summer?! Hell froze over an no one told me.

The sad truth is hell didn’t freeze over…  It opened its gates and flooded our streets.  Wanna know why Leonard is on a World Tour at age 73?  His long-time manager, Kelley Lynch, whom he considered a friend, robbed him.  He’s one of those poor rich people now.

People suck in ways I don’t like.

Leonard Cohen, The Letters

No, I don’t suppose I’ll be stealing cars or robbing banks.   I’ll get some sleep, pray to the Gods of music a few pairs of tickets to see Leonard and Tom will magically appear in my inbox, as well as airfare to get to the cities they’re playing in, and buy an extra map or two because they’re handy.  This notion that there is a place to be or go, somewhere I belong, where I can settle down (inside) and feel at home, is a distraction.  And that just won’t do.  And though it provides no more sense of security, integrity, or greater meaning in the grand scheme of things, “success is my only motherfucking option.”  If only as the more palatable option to its alternative…