With the summer in full, sweltering bloom comes the restlessness of predictability and daily routine. I’m nostalgic for the days when escape was easy. When there were no mouthfulls to hear from the boss about taking time off. Not forms to doubly approve. No need to be so stringent. Days when you could just hit the ground running. Things feel stagnate, the universal bullshit inescapable. And I’ve been in stuck-neutral ever since, desperate for some stimulus, something to write about. Adventures afoot and all that jazz!
Maybe something will be inspired from recent reading, having just cracked the spine on Julie Klausner’s memoirs of bad boyfriends and worse relationships: I Don’t Care About Your Band: What I learned from Indie Rockers, Trust Funders, Pornographers, Felons, Faux Sensitive Hipsters, and Other Guys I’ve Dated. I’m not generally a fan of chick-ish lit (although my companion purchase was a book about the women of punk and indie rock), but the title was no doubt catchy, and so far, the comedy writer has provided an entertaining entrance through the gates of further reading. I especially like how she sums up the dynamics between Kermit and Miss Piggy in pointing to The Muppet Movie as a model for her future relationships:
“Even after they’re married, Kermit cheats Piggy out of their swan song. The two hold hands, freshly wed, and right before the movie fades out on the two fo them riding a crescent moon, Kermit musters up the most romantic sentiment he could possibly come up with to sing to his wife:
‘What better way could anything end? Hand in hand with a friend.’
“His friend? What the ass???”
Sold! And given that this post ends on a lighter mood than when it started, I post one for the summer playlist, this from Norwegian rocker, Ida Maria. Keeping it real with “Louie”.