Black Hole Postcard

“Put them headphones on, it’s bebop time!” ~ Jello Biafra in “Night of the Living Rednecks”

As of today there are only 40 days until the Green Day concert.  A funny time to start a countdown, but hell, who cares?  I’m unbelievably excited.  By the time the day itself arrives I will probably be vibrating slightly with pent-up energy.  I seem to have a lot of that these days.   It gives me an awful sense that time is dragging interminably and then suddenly going by all at once.  I don’t think even black holes can do that with the ol’ space time continuum.  Speaking of black holes, I just remembered the Muse song “Starlight” that I fell in love with last summer.  It’s still as good now as it was then.  Given my penchant for obsessing over songs and then forgetting them, that’s impressive.  A lot of the songs I obsess over do stick with me, but usually the pretty pop ones like this float right out my other ear.

I love the line, “Far away, this ship is taking me far away, far away from the memories of the people who care if I live or die”.  I don’t know why that resonates with me so much.  It’s beautifully bleak, hopeless and destructive, sort of like a fatal attraction.  That can be said of a lot of my favorite music.  For every bouncy love-filled Beatles song I have 5 more brimming with angst, anger and despair.  Who are all these people in white coats?

I need to find something to do.  Unlike Ender Wiggin, I can’t just get on a starship and shot across the universe fiddling happily with the fabric of time.  I’m stuck in it.

Hmmm.