Spread your Joy and the money will follow!

First...everyone that said a prayer, made a wish, lit a candle , did a little dance, or just plain old sent some good juju for me:
THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH.
I have felt such good energy in the past few days that I am giddy.
AND MY GOOD NEWS
This is Gi-normous!!!
I GOT THE JOB!
I am now gainfully employed at a multi-generation music store. I will be the office manager. I will also be crosstrained in piano sales ( to ease the boss a little - he's the only one that knows pianos and keyboards and I play!) Plus after my reg 40 hours, if I want, I can teach beginning piano lessons.
Can you say that this job is made for me or what?!?!? I get to use both right and left sides of my brain. If I'm in a crazy number crunching sittuation and need a moment, I can grab a piece of music, sit at a piano for five minutes, clear my head and then go back and crunch some more. Cheaper than a therapist, people.
The interview was long and I knew that it was going to be good, but this is just fan-tabu-lous!!!
And (!!!) I'm going to finally learn how to play guitar. Chrissy Hynde and Melissa Etheridge will have no worries, but I do want to give Phoebe Buffay a run for her money. (I think I can really give "Smelly Cat" a whole new spin.) I found the guitar I want also...a sweet Ovation Cutaway Celebrity with pick-up and it has a purple finish. The guys in the shop say it's a chick guitar and they haven't been able to move the sucker from the wall for over a year and a half. Well...I'm a chick and that baby is calling my name. (Hey, I haven't had my first lesson even...I'm not going out and buying a hand-crafted Maton like Tommy Emmanuel has.)
It just takes 3 chords and you got a song. I'll add another so I can "take it to the bridge"!
I'm happy. I can breathe a little easier and I kept hope. I knew that my job would come...and patience isn't one of my best qualities.
Thank you friends. It's been an interesting journey.
Now on to the next phase!

I'm a Craic whooore

Craic...gaelic for conversation and pronounced crack.

I had an interview today that lasted 2.5 + hours. YES...it was for a music company in a neighboring town and they are going through personnel changes. So my job would be Jill of all trades...wearer of many hats. Plus he asked if I would be interested in giving lessons - voice and beginners piano. MMM...now, it's like being a kid in a candy shop for me being in the music store. I would love a new piano. And I need a new microphone. (really, I do - most gigs are BYOM) and there's tons of sheet music and then (!!!!) There was this gorgeous acoustic/electric guitar with yes, a purple finish and I picked it up and it fit me like it was made for me. ( Good brand too)
The owner wants to make me a part of this store...he likes my work experience, my enthusiasm, the fact that I have customer service skills and I have musical knowledge.
Well..he also tested me. He had me wait on a customer. ANd this customer talked and talked and I couldn't place the accent at first. Then it hit me...he's either been watching The Committments too many times or he's from the Emerald Isle, Ireland. Well he talked my ear off...got his strings and then told the owner that "I have bloody good bits of crack for the place."
OK...what did I hear him say?!? I didn't have any cleavage showing. I didn't have a pair of tight pants on. And I don't have the time or the $$ to have illegal drugs on my person.
The owner laughed and talked with the guy for a while and then left. The owner said, I know the guy. I just wanted to see what you would do and you pass the test. He's a friend of mine.
Now...on a side note, Not all Irish fellas look like the members of U2, or Denis Leary, or that cute naughty guy named Colin. But damn...that accent just sent me for a loop.
But wait...he said I had good crack. The cheeky bastard.
Then I remembered.
Thank goodness for all the Maeve Binchy/Marion Keys books and Roddy Doyle books and movies...and the movie "The Matchmaker". Janeane Garafalo had the same reaction when she heard the word "craic" in the same connotation. Duh...it means conversation. I can hold a good conversation...well, why the hell didn't you say that in the first place.
I love to talk and have a good conversation and a music store to boot...
Well, I'll find out by Thursday afternoon if I have the job. Do whatever prayer or magic you do my friends...I need a JOB and bad.

PS: I twisted the ankle again. It, just like, went out on me...ding dang. Called the dr's assistant, I wrapped it...doing all that I'm supposed to be doing - RICE. Got a call from the DR...wants to see me. May have to have an MRI because he wants to know what the hey is going on with it and why. I consider it: many previous sprains, stepping lightly due to ice and ick, lupus and arthritis, and the changes in the weather. My bones are feeling it. POOP. I won't be at the concert.

Musical bliss

I forgot...then again, I have been in a toxic haze all evening.

I have been going on and on about a group called Kings of Convenience on my posts and how wonderful their music is. You have to get their CD. Great stuff...put it on and relax. Ironic lyrics to a lovely melody - the best.

Well...this chickie - poo is going to see them on Wednesday night!!!! Yippee. Yahoo. and all that jazz. ( I'm doing my little happy dance as I type)

Bliss...pure bliss. And I get to go with a new friend...and fellow music lover, which is a bonus. (This person loves books too...can we say good conversation and fun to be had and nice to boot!)
Mim can go to Keane and be in her bliss...just let me get mellow with these Norwegian Musicians.

Now...if I wear my wool Dale Sweater and clogs does that make me like the guy in PCU that wore the T-shirt of the band that was going to see. "DON'T BE THAT GUY" Just a question...

Vapor Update

Ok
I'm better...looking at that last blog post: Man, I was outta it. Ive now shut the windows and the smell is almost gone. Jeez...hope when I come home from judging forensics that the smell will be gone and he won't be using the crap. I think he is using a compressor spray painter, too. My floor was vibrating and I didn't even put a quarter in the bed!
I got a phone call from a friend and I just giggled during the whole thing. My best friend thought I was drunk. I told her what was up and she said I should be throwing a party...pretty cheap and a good buzz for everyone.
And this feeling has put a whole new spin on The Current tonight. Leonard Cohen is scary to listen to when you're fuzzy. And Zydeco isn't the same either. OH man...
So my flat is chilly, but it will warm up and I'll throw another blankie on the bed.
Ahh...my life is so never dull.

Whew!

Ummm
Wow
My landlord is remodeling the bottom half of the house...I live upstairs. Ding dang...noisy, but I havta open a window or two. He's using some kind of solvent and I'm feeling a bit tipsy. Not cool....I called him and asked what he was using and he said he was done using it. Smells a lot like charcoal lighting fluid. I don't think he realizes we share the same vents...
Man, I know I am a dizzy girl, but this is way too much for me. So the windows are now open, but this is worse than siffin glue or huffin magic markers.
It also is a lot cheaper than a couple of cocktails at the lounge.
But still...
ta for now. I'm gonna go stick my head out the window.

Things that are just lovely

Enough is Enough already...the sun is shining, my eyes are sparkling and life is good.
I’m swiping an idea from my sis, Mim, and decided to write about things that I think that are just lovely at the moment. I’ve been such a “schmoopy” and there are those little things that just are wonderful and keep a girl like me going.
So Here goes it

- blogging and people reading your blog, commenting and becoming virtual friends with them.
- 89.3 The Current
- my voice: when all else fails...sing.
- my wonderful family and circle of friends that I call family
- top 5 lists
- my capacity to love
- hot milky sweet tea - don’t say yuck until you try it
- Coffee Crisp Bars and Cadbury Flake
- Hot fresh Hong Sue Chicken or specially made sushi at Shanghi Bistro
- an Anchor burger with a friend by your side.
- the belief that Lloyd Dobbler exists
- the 80’s - all of it - John Hughes, John Cusack (!!!) The music, the movies, the fashion (yep...I went there)
- Fine point pens or better yet, fountian pens
- an old favorite song you haven’t heard in a long while that makes you get up and dance.
- Kirsty, Eddi Reader, Cher, Van Morrison, Wham!, Swing out Sister, Beatles, Stones, Doors, Motown , Cocteau Twins, U2, Elvis Costello, tons of movie soundtracks, BeeGees, Beach Boys,Rosemary Clooney, Frank, Holly Cole, and far too many more to name or even admit to liking.
- Dropping the F-bomb when appropriate.
- laughing til it hurts
- hearing a really cool new song
- my inner “molly ringwald” and hoping that either a boy like Blaine comes into my life or living happily ever after with a boy that adores me like Ducky.
- My warm wool sweater
- my clogs
- Curious George and Cinderella
- Princess Diana and Princess Grace
- Colin Firth
- a new pair of shoes or a great hair cut
- a really good conversation with a friend.
- knowing that the banjo is an underrated instrument
- knitting
- Bridget Jones, Bridget Jones, and Bridget Jones.
- Helen Felding, Marian Keyes, and Jane Green
- a smile from a little kid
- “lucking out”
And last but not least...
- not postponing joy and having hope

One of those special love songs...

I heard one of the funniest and most truthful love songs late Valentine's Night. ( Thank you, Current) It cheered me up so much! The funny thing...I'd love to learn this one and sing it just for shits and giggles. But I gotta learn the guitar...but when I do, watch out. This one is on the set list.
What makes it better is that it is written by Iris DeMent. Iris is a repeat guest of Garrison Keillor on Prairie Home Companion and she is also his cousin. But I really don't think that she will be singing this one on the show. It's not for "nice" Norweigan Ears. I say...bring it on!

In Spite Of Ourselves
( Iris Dement )

She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go.

He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
He's my baby I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

(spoken) In spite of ourselves

Ok...I get the hint

You know how I love serendipity...
and how all these little "cosmic" things happen, that I really cannot ignore, when I need a few answers to things.
So I check my Horoscope today...mmmm

Happy Valentine Daze, Capricorn! After careful meditation about what advice would be most likely to energize your love life, I've decided to make three suggestions. First, bring more boldness and daring to the part of your life where intimacy is of crucial importance. Second, take to heart the idea that loving another human being is an epic, heroic, monumental enterprise. Third, write down this quote from poet Delmore Schwartz and carry it with you for the next 14 days: "Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage. Courage is the most desperate, admirable, and noble kind of love."

My Horoscope and"Eros and Psyche"
And knowing in my heart that I'm alright and what I need to do...

Be A little more Blind and a little more bold.

Fight or Flight reaction

This is a real conversation. This is how a single girl on Valentine's day is treated by some.

Lady: So honey, what did you get for Valentine's day?
Me: Nothing.
L: Oh..really?!? Well, there is still tonight.
M: No, I don't expect anything.
L: Oh honey, you have to have a valentine.How about flowers?
M: No, the shop is already closed.
L: You mean youdon't have anyone.
M: (Deadpan) No, I don't.
L: You're not telling me that you're all alone?!?
M: Yes, That's what I'm saying.
L: (With worry) Oh, honey. That is bad. You're not getting any younger.
M: (Not knowing whether to cry or kill) No, I'm not getting any younger. Thank you. Have a Happy Valentine's Day.

And I had to walk away. That was harsh...and she meant well.

Now, I don't expect to have the sun and the moon or the stars, but jeez...
My best friend sent me a card in the mail that says:
"Break out the vacuum 'cause this holiday sucks" Open it: Happy Valentine's Day.
At least she's got a cat.
I do have to say...Jay and Jay have given me hope that love is alive and well. (They are so damn cute) But after this conversation...well, it sent me over the edge. How can one fucking day send a grown woman into a tizzy?
They - whoever "they" is - have brainwashed the crap out of me and a ba-jillion other women. It's like we have a ton of expectations and then they are just shot to hell. I've been through a lot worse, but this day can really hang you up the most.
Like "My Funny Valentine", the lyrics say 'Let's make everyday Valentine's day". Yep. Sure.
I'll be fine. Really. Give me until the end of the week and then I'll be back to my "normal" self.
Until then...It just might be a "Vodka and Chaka Kahn" moment.
I'm thinking more in line with a beer and the Violent Femmes.
"Lemme go wild...like a Blister in the Sun..."

Valentines with a bite

All was not lost on Valentine’s Day
My friend, Annie, in CZ, sent me this link...
ahh...I never thought that I would love to get a Valentines card telling me :
You’ll Do.

http://valentinesday.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://www.meish.org/vd/

More me now!

Welcome to the 2005 edition of getting to know your friends.
I got sent this and thought...I’ll post this. Maybe you might learn something new about me.
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1. What time did you get up this morning?  6 am but didn’t get out of bed until 7 am

2. Diamonds or pearls? Yes.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Bridget Jones:Edge of Reason. I don’t go to the cinema much...

4. What is your favorite TV show?  I don’t watch much TV. When I do...I guess Extreme Makeover, “What Not To wear”, Sex and the City, Public Television.

5. What did you have for breakfast? A cuppa sweet milky Earl Gray Tea

6. What is your middle name? Emily.

7. What is your favorite cuisine?  Italian and then, Chinese, chocolate, champagne, creme brulee. Things that begin with “C”

8. What foods do you dislike? Sweetbreads, cole slaw, beets - pickled or cooked

9. What is your favorite chip flavor? I prefer pretzels.

10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?  Kings of Convenience “Riot on an Empty Street”, Keane “Hopes and Fears”, Olympic Hopefuls , & my personal jazz mix with Karrin Allyson, Holly Cole, Diana Krall and Jane Monheit.

11. What type of car do you drive? A POS - Ford Escort Wagon!!!! ( which got valet parked in Chicago!!! It’s been behaving since...Guess it needed to feel special.)

12. Favorite sandwich? An Anchor burger, but if I can’t have it...a BLT

13. What characteristic do you despise?  jealousy and shame

14. Favorite item of clothing? My wool sweater and my Palmers Lingere set.

15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you
go?  Send me to Europe for 6 months. I want to immerse myself and then I’ll consider coming back.

16. What color is your bathroom?  white and 50’s light aqua green.

17. Favorite brand of clothing? Jones New York, Lauren, Ann Taylor and Coach leather goods.

18.Where would you retire to? Madeline Island or somewhere in Europe.

19. Favorite time of the day? 8:30 pm...If it is a weekend, things usually start then. If it is a week night, that’s when I can do things for myself and my day begins to wind down.

20. What was your most memorable birthday? Truthfully, my birthday isn’t the most favorite day of mine. I think it was when I turned 10 and the Nuns of Marycrest threw me a birthday party and played a trick on me with “Dirt Cake”. I’ve never seen a bunch of Nuns laugh so hard...they got me good.

21. Where were you born?  Prairie Du Sac, WI Home of August Derleth and Wollerscheim Winery.

22. Favorite sport to watch on TV?  Most reality shows on prime time...talk about mind games played. Rugby for sport.

23. What fabric detergent do you use?   Arm & Hammer - it’s in a yellow bottle with a blue cap

24. Coke or Pepsi?  coke

25. Are you a morning person or a night owl?  I’m a night owl. But I have this desire to change...

26. What is your shoe size? 7.5 or 38

27. Do you have any pets? No ( and I don’t count the tupperware that I found in the back of my fridge that I forgot about.)

28. Any good news you would like to share with family or friends?  I’ll let you know when I have a job.

29. What did you want to be when you were little? An Anthropologist. (This maybe explains why I love Biographies and non-fiction so much).

30. What are you meant to be doing now? Philosophically, You know that is a question that isn’t going to be answered for years; if at all...
Literally...I should be sorting my closet out. and working.

Eros and Psyche

It is Valentine's Day and a time for a bit of romantic reflection...

I saw the Tony award winning play "Metamorphoses" today. It is 8 Greek myths that are intertwined. I had some mythology in college and mythology was a means to explain the reasons of life...most myths are tragic, but there are a few that are very happy stories, such as Eros and Psyche. I forgot this one, but was reminded and how apropriate for a romantic like me on the day before her favorite holiday.

The myth goes like this:
Eros (Cupid) was the son of Aphrodite (Venus, goddess of love). Eros always wore a blindfold...true love is blind and the heart knows the soul. And He fell in love with a beautiful mortal named Psyche. Psyche means soul...
Psyche had 3 sisters that were very jealous of her and told her that Eros was a monster and because of that, Psyche couldn't bear to look at her handsome husband. In the meantime, her mother-in-law, Aphrodite, was jealous of the beauty of Psyche and that she was able to capture the heart of her only son. So she punished Psyche by giving her horrible tedious and often time intensive and very lonley tasks to do, such as sorting out very tiny seeds from each other that are in great huge piles.
But as in every good fairytale, Psyche is loved and adored by many, including the animal kingdom, so the littlist of animals and insects help her with these drudges that Aphrodite gives her, so that she can be with the man she loves.
Psyche has many fears and is always watching out for everything. Psyche also desires to see her husband. So by candlelight, she enters their bedroom just to look. As she gazes adoringly and lustily at her handsome husband, she accidentally lets some candle wax fall on his shoulder burning and waking her husband from a deep sleep. He is startled and howls in pain and she flees in fear of him, believing that he is the monster that her sisters have led her to believe.
Finally...Zeus, watches all of this and knows all that has taken place. He watches Psyche go through her days in fear and guardedness and says ENOUGH IS ENOUGH already!!! He sees that the two of them love each other so very much. So, he makes Psyche an immortal ( which angers Aphrodite royally and pisses off the sisters)and grants that the love of Eros and Psyche live on forever. Psyche then goes back into the darkened room where her beloved is and wakes him. And they begin their forever...
The moral - to quote the play:

"It's just inevitable the Soul wanders in the dark, until it finds love. And so, wherever our love goes... there, we find our soul.
It always happens - if we are lucky. And if we let ourselves be blind instead of always watching out."

Maybe, I should be closing my eyes a little more.

Alone

...on Valentine's Day.

Damn.

Does Brett Favre Share?

I twisted my ankle today. The same ankle that I have sprained 3 times. I was careful, but sometimes it just goes on me. It did; right outside of the bank. And they freaked out - like I'm gonna sue them or something. I don't think so, but then again some "extra" cash appearing in my account....mmmm.
Well, I saw my Doc, we taped it up and no whirling dervishes in my kitchen this weekend... No matter how good the song. Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation - RICE. And pop ibruprophen or tylenol every 4 to 6 hours for pain.
Ehhh...What?!? no darvocet...no Tylenol 3...ding dang. It feels like someone stabbed my foot with a stiletto heel and my foot aches. God, I'm such a baby. I'm crabby, in pain, dropping the f-bomb whenever I walk to the bathroom and you'd think I could have just something. Yeah, right.
So...how many glasses of wine equal one Darvocet?

Whirlwind...

WHAT I'M LISTENING TO: Kings of Convenience: "Misread"

How appropriate. This song. Right now.
The first line: "If you want to be my friend, and you want us to get along - please do not expect me to wrap it up and keep it there."
I've been compartmentalizing lately. Putting everything emotional in neat little boxes to protect my heart. My problem today...
I think I showed a little too much of my heart.
I would like to put on the saddest movie I can find, or watch the funeral of Princess Diana just to have a good solid cry.
Sad thing about this is...I don't know what's really wrong. I don't know what I'm really crying about.
So instead of me doing a whirling dervish in my kitchen to a fun song, my head and heart are whirling on their own accord.

Another Trifecta

What am I listening to: The Replacements/Paul Westerburg: "Achin to be" and "Runaway Wind"

Westerburg writes with irony, cynicism and sarcasm.I love his music and he helps put things into a bit of perspective for me when I need some. Who can write a song with "Singing into a pen like a torch singer" and pull it off! "Runaway Wind" is just one of those beautiful songs of unrequited love. Paul has been on and I've dug out the cds... And I believe in serendipity. It's been another interesting 2 weeks here at Chez M. And I now know that I am a snob...either that or my standards are really high.

I had to go to WalMart. ( Evil incarnate as I call it) This one though has a beautiful long haired boy working in the optical, so all is not lost, but I digress...
As I was walking in, I passed a man with a mullet (1) wearing a Packer's sweatshirt over his beer gut(2), and his pants were like below the gut and way below the waist.(3)
I'm hitting the trifecta's people...BUT
I get into there. Head to the record section ( why oh why can they have a ton of White Stripes,the Ramones and Clash, even have the Thrills and Postal Service, BUT NO Kings of Convenience?) And I turn the corner...OH MY GOODNESS... A FEMALE TRIFECTA OF THE RAREST FORM.
These are the women who THINK that they are somethin somethin and dress to the nines...the only problem is their nines are 1979 or maybe 1989.
This is a rare form. One doesn't see this everyday. What a treat.
#1 - She had a female mullett...schmullet. With the perm on the front part and straight in the back...and bleached brassy blond and the roots. Think a poodle.
#2 - She was wearing denim stirrup pants ( yes there is such a thing) and they looked like they were painted on. We are talking camel toe people. Euuuu...
#3 - White leather ankle boots with 3 inch heels. (White in winter?!?!) White boots...only Nancy Sinatra can get a way with serious white boots.
I could barely contain myself...I got on my cell phone and called my sister. She called me back and it was the only time I wished I had a camera phone. DING DANG. 2 Trifectas in less than a half an hour.
It reminds me of "Frank's wild years" by Tom Waits. Frank in the song has a wife..."His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash, made good bloody marys, kept her mouth shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua named Carlos"
Well... when I left the parkinglot, 2 cars down from mine...there was a car with at Chihuahua in it...yipping to beat the band. MMMM...was Frank's wife at WalMart?!?

A month ago...

A month ago today, my gramm died.
Things have been busy and I didn’t even think about the day until someone at the Post gave me their condolences. Then it dawned on me...Gram died a month ago today.
Wow.
Gram story time
My grandmother worked side by side with my grandfather in the newspaper business. She was pretty liberated for her time, but she was “ALWAYS a Lady”. Gram always dressed very well. One of the outfits I remember the most was a polyester number that we called “the Uniform”. The “Uniform” was a 2 piece suit of a Sage green/mustard brocade and mustard braid trim. The jacket was a boxy thing, but well cut and the skirt was a slim A-line. This baby was bought back in the 70’s ( it’s sage green polyester, people) and it was quite expensive. - $200 for the early 70’s and was bought at either Gimbles or some exclusive lady’s dress shop. I remember going to them with my mom and gramm, or just gramm and her friend Mrs. Moen. I’d sit in a chair and watch gramm shop and was fascinated. Kinda like how the Duchess of Windsor would go to the House of Chanel for a fitting...all make way for the Grande Dame. Funny thing...I do remember the sales ladies being really nice to gram. She never scrimped on her clothes and would plunk down a fine sum for her dresses and suits. I was also good because I knew that we were going to go out for lunch and I’d get a “Shirley Temple”. Or if it was a special day...I’d be getting new shoes!
Well, this was one hella suit. And she wore this sucker to death.(No pun intended) She was still wearing it up until the late 90’s before she went into the nursing home. It was worn thin in places, but every once in a while, when she would be going over to mom and dad’s for supper, she’d put it on. Mim and I would grin and Dad would say “you’ve got the uniform on!” , Mom would roll her eyes and we’d all laugh. I think gram would even smile a little!
Why do I think of the suit?...well in the bank, I saw an older lady wearing a coat from the 70’s ( hey, she’s back in now...and I bet Mim would wear it). This coat had a pattern weave in the fabric to look like brocade and it was in sage green. The color of the “Uniform”. The suit was thrown out years ago...ding dang. I would have loved to pull it apart, salvage some fabric, and maybe made a small something to remember that suit. Oh well...
Miss you, gram.

Songbook

What am I listening to now: Julia Fordham - “Happy Ever After”

Nick Hornby is a wonderful Brit author that is passionate about music and writing and relationships. He writes with feeling and irony and has an uncanny way of putting a undescribable situation to words.
He wrote a book Songbook, full of essays based on songs that “popped” into his life and why and where these songs fit into his life.
McSweeney’s is a online ( and a print mag) literary mag full of satire and sometimes a hardcore essay too. Mc Sweeney’s decided to put a query to their writers to emulate something from Nick Hornby’s Songbook.
Here’s the link.
S H O R T   E S S A Y S   O N F A V O R I T E   S O N G S ,
I N S P I R E D   B Y N I C K   H O R N B Y ' S S O N G B O O K .
http://mcsweeneys.net/links/song/
The ones that stand out for me:
Take on Me - A-Ha
http://mcsweeneys.net/links/song/grady.html
I happen to think that this is a GREAT 80’s song. Put it on and I’ll still dance!

Hello it’s me
http://mcsweeneys.net/links/song/rundgren.html
Funny how music can be such a pneumonic device. Good Essay...

And my favorite essay of the moment...
Don’t worry Baby
http://mcsweeneys.net/links/song/french.html
This has always been one of my all time favorite songs and to read someone else's feelings that are quite the same as mine when it comes to the song.
And as a woman and a girl at heart...yes, I think having someone stroke my hair, hold me and tell me, “Don’t worry, baby. Everything’s going to be alright.” would be the ultimate.

Maybe I’m going to find a song and go for it. The only problem; which one?