Sittin' Here....just sittin'

A Story by dan

a day, one hour

Just sitting here. in my office (?) listening to John & Yoko's "Double Fantasy" CD, specifically "Watching the Wheels." Just exercising my right to skip the candy some days, only to focus on the meat and potatoes, which in this case is the genius of John Lennon, singing songs wit Yoko that reach for my heart almost violently. When these day occur I feel honored that my life allows me certain days that I grab my thesaurus to look for words that are synonymous with "really, truly lazy." And when I find these words I have to unfold the pamphlet that contains the instructions. Which I read, put in my who gives a rat's...oh, whatever they have...alright?

I've never written this kind of monologue on WC...if I get any more long-winded this will officially be classified as a blog, which (you know) is way too much of a commitment that I'm just not prone to sign on for. But I really want to talk about a band that I think it the best ever (my opinion, my soul) to have been drawn into their army forever. The band is called "Rush." Again, my opinion and the rest of you who think any other...wait a minute....I have to put a Rush album on...how about "2112?" How about "Caress of Steel?" Now the easiest way to describe their lineup than this: The have a bass player, Geddy Lee (one of the greatest bassists and leaf vocals) plays rhythm bass and LEAD bass. Their drummer (who is considered by many the greatest rock drummer of all time) is Neil Peart, who plays rhythm percussion and LEAD percussion (with about 10 pipes and kettle drums and bells and other really cool things to hit). The guitar player, Alex Lifeson, is looked up to by so many present-day guitarists; aspiring rock guitar players who want to shred the fret board all use, as a measuring stick, their ability to accurately play exactly the right switches in volume, different time signatures (that might be wrong....hey, give me a break, alright? Geez....

I'm putting on Rush's "Caress of Steal," a CD filled with all types of rock from acoustic melodic whispers...to metal that could have been used as the foundation to your homes. Not that I'm saying anything is wrong with the foundations to your homes...you probably knew that already...didn't ya? Anyway, time is crawling by as I'm laboring, sweaty work, trying to write something that explains the sedentary posture I've been encouraged to adopt (not for one second do I want anyone to feel sorry for me...hey I'm just writing this, who knows if any of it is true ?(Some of this diatribe very well could smell like fish)I like using these brackets...what?...oh, parentheses)

I just was startled by a very heavy and incessant (a word I used in one of ny last writes) banging at the door!...I obviously thought, due to the decibel level that it may have been The Department of Homeland Security. And it all turned into a satirical day. Do any of you like satire.

You probably hate yourself for wasting so much time on something you maybe thought was a lot more promising to follow, then you turned you motivation for continuing to reading is to see if dan is derailing or just writing a little less coherent than he usually is? But unless you have a warrant you will never know the answer to that...yes the end to this write is coming like, right now...OK? I want to stop the silliness, devote my every notion to this part.

In the past few months Dee and I have been having some health problems. The fact I wrote about it actually started a little....tiff, shall we say? She didn't want me to put our private stuff out there...in the Internet Meteor Shower, the probable successor toe the Cloud...and we settled it very socially. She knows that it's good for me to write about stuff because she knows that I'm a fake poet with a lot of great friends.

I want to thank all of you who have buttresses us, buoyed us up...anyone who hasn't noticed that I am emotional should have noticed by now. (I guess I SHOULD have gotten that tattoo) would have to write, because I have another family here on WC. The support supplied by all of you....so MANY of you....can never be repaid. And I know...none of you would ever expect that. Dee and I love our Writers Café family.

Thanks again!!

dan

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jeannemarie coulter

inspired and thoughtful...sometimes we need this time to regain strength and heal...i have learned to allow myself such time in my fight with AIDS...you are in my thoughts and prayers...blessings to both you and your lady...