Thursday Feb 22
at
Liar's Club
DJs June Cleavage, Amber Waves
and DJ Tankboy.
9pm until 2am
New tunes,
old tunes,
me tunes,
you tunes.
PLEASE NOTE: There's no Drop, Rock, and/or Roll at The Continental this month due to February's 28 measly days ... so this is the last party I'm spinning at before March! Don't miss it!
*This headline is only really funny, I guess, if you're Christian and get the whole Lent thing and how I'm sort of, but maybe not truly successfully, cross referencing it with Madonna (via ref to a movie whose best thing was an abundance of Rosanna Arquette**) and that whole suberverting Christian signifiers thing she had going.
**Great, now I've got Rosanna Arquette on the mind. See?
The virtue of simplicity.
Life is a mighty complicated thing, and folks like me have a way of making it even more complicated than it needs to be. Recently, though, I've been trying to take a page from the Harold and Maude guide to life and have tried to appreciate the things I have while more clearly defining the goals I haven't attained yet. It's awfully easy to get bogged down in every day minutiae and the drama of simply interacting with other human beings, but I'm beginning to realize that it's just as easy to navigate those particulars without losing sight of the grander scheme of things.
In other words, you still have to sweat the small stuff, but you shouldn't let the small stuff dominate your life. For fear of sounding like a complete pansy, it's a beautiful world out there and often I (we) forget to appreciate that obvious truth.
Cat Stevens, take it away.
MP3: Cat Stevens "If You Want To Sing Out, Sing Out"
A palate cleanser.
I was about to pen something snide and slightly macho right here, in order to deflect the sort of mushy honesty in the middle section above. But, hell, why not let it stand as it is? Sometimes it's not such a terribly bad thing to admit that Tankboy is human. Or silly enough to occasionally refer to himself in the third person, in yet another subtle attempt (heretofore unknown even to him until this actual moment) of distancing himself from from the particular nugget of honesty above above, for fear that it comes off as too trite and high school composition book-ish. But, so what if it does?Let it go and roll, Tankboy, let it roll.
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