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amy takes on the beatles part 78037
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that lennartz guy, the chicago area DJ that i listen to fairly often, just played this song, which is a fairly unconvincing one in my opinion. but it's fun to listen to so i have no real qualms there.
it did nothing to help my trippy (and not in any kind of psychedelic way, unfortunately) galavanting on mountaintops that i've been up to lately. i had to study too hard for this test on the nervous system a couple days ago and i still got a B.
i had almost totally forgotten about this weird, yet not at all grounded, twist my life had taken a year or two ago. or three, i don't remember.
one time, one of my coworkers' brothers died in a car crash. he was buried on thanksgiving. his name was Les. that was back in the Saturn return days. my aunt Jolynn also died. I wasn't thinking about puns at the time, yet i was still pretty shaken just by being close to it. there was some other weirdness associated with that, and one can only guess they were into that karmic pie. something about polishness. they were polish and i'm a quarter polish. they had the same last name as my only friend in Seattle. except he's jewish. there's this thing where my mom's maiden name sounds jewish (and that's not the polish side!) of course, one moves on and dismisses it, but this whole thing can get to me sometimes.
paper dreams, honnney.... (the Kooks) sometimes i PREFER the i'm-paranoid-and-delusional scenario and truly can't stand all the camaraderies and synchronicities and what have you. i'm too freudian, it's a ticket from God to tease one out of whatever egocentricities are doing you harm, at the moment. but then again, i did want the help, didn't i?
it usually has the right effect, I'm all, Oh my God, I'm taking myself WAY too seriously. (or maybe i'm not... no, i probably am.) sheesh.
galavant galavant. or is it gavalant? gavelant? galevant?
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