Let’s Waste Time Chasing Cars

It's amazing how I can love a song so much sometimes and hate it just as much other times. "Chasing Cars" is a wonderfully simple song by Snow Patrol. Sadly, the redundant guitar part can get annoying if you're not in the mood. It also doesn't help the band itself really really stinks performing this live. Anyway, just a side note, the song came on as I was starting this late night blog. (iPod moving on to next track) Ah, now here's a real song I am always in the mood for. This one's my little secret, so I won't reveal it just yet, maybe someday.

It seems as if these few moments before bed, after jogging four miles, before decompressing, after a full day of work in three states before…well, you get the idea…it seems this twilight between the hectic noise of the day is usually where my rare moment of clarity occurs. There's so much I want to talk about, but either just don't have the right ears, the time or I just can't talk about it until other circumstances run their course. There's so many people I miss and just not enough vacation days in a year to fly out and spend time with them. I don't really consider this a bad thing, if there were ever things to be thinking about, it's better that it's about people I love and revelations of age made than loneliness and an unchanging naïve mind. Also, it's not as if things aren't great as they are: I've got a good job doing work I love to do, a comfortable living in a nice apartment, a very considerate and honest roommate (those who have had a few of any kind of roommate can appreciate that), a wonderful East Coast family that I couldn't have imagined any better, lots of music and movies and the ability to put pen to paper and my voice to tape (well, hard drive these days) and create music to vent my thoughts.

I guess there really wasn't a point to all that, just aimless nostalgia for the last 3 years…kind of odd, but I guess at the velocity life has accelerated to these days maybe nostalgia grows up more quickly. I dunno, now I'm ranting like an old man with nothing to do and I'm far from that; it's 1am and I can count on one hand the number of hours I'll have to be awake to get to work. So, off to bed, sweet dreams friends, and to those I haven't seen a while, I miss you all, you have no idea.

-Rod