Extravagant, I Think Not

I wonder why we feel more important when we walk backstage, or up to the VIP balcony. Why does our physical location in the building have an effect on our self-image. I'm not criticizing. I feel the same heightened sense of "cool" when I walk past security. But why do we get that feeling? (And I'd venture as far as to say everyone feels more important when they can walk past security without being stopped.)

(I hate the Ying-Yang Twins.)

But what is it about the backstage phenomenon that is so attractive? I mean, you're sitting in the green room feeling really important...no "fans" (definition of the word "fan" to come at a later date) can see you. Why isn't it a "tree in the woods" scenario?

I don't know what brought on my pondering. Maybe because I've been "behind the velvet rope" more this week than I have in a long time. I dunno.

But really, what is it out being backstage that's so attractive?

It's raining in Baltimore...

It's raining outside...

...You know, that was really dumb. Of course it's raining outside.

Anyway, it's been raining off and on all day, and I've been listening to Rainy Day music (Counting Crows et. al.).

I enjoy tailoring the day's musical selections to the weather. And my mood. And the mechanical state of my car. Rain=Counting Crows. Sadness=Coldplay. Car that's leaking rainwater and vibrating more at stoplights than those uber massage chairs at Sharper Image=Incubus.

I think I could be a damn good musical director for a film.

Speaking of music in films. Not only have I wanted to see "Garden State" ever since it was released... And not only have I been told by numerous people that I need to see it... But I heard the soundtrack was brilliant. (I'm already loving Iron and Wine's cover of "Such Great Heights," which, consequently turned me on to The Postal Service. Don't you love how music works?)

I could go on for days about my life's soundtrack that's playing, non-stop, in my head, but I need to hit the proverbial sack. Stay tuned.

What's wrong with second best?

Through a two friends, I've discovered Pedro The Lion and I'm completely obsessed. I love the way you feel when you find out about really good music. Because, buying a CD is a gamble. Sometimes you waste $13 (Ben Jellen/Joss Stone) and sometimes you find a treasure that you can listen to for two weeks straight (Pedro The Lion/Gavin DeGraw/Jet). What I love about PTL is that I bought their two most recent records and they are so different from each other. I'd have to say that control is what's in my car right now. I relate a lot to that album, which is odd since it's all about marriage, adultry, sex, lies, revenge, etc. Taken literally, I can't relate at all. Take individual lines and phrases and they seem to sum up my life recently. "What's wrong with second best?"

We'll see where this blog goes. I have no ideas. No direction. No destination. We'll see what comes of my aimless ramblings. Maybe next time I'll tell you a little bit about me.