City of Legends

After one of my sons (who will remain nameless) managed to mangle my headphones the other day (the sixth set to be lost to teenage son abuse in the past year) I went out and bought another.  Not much of a choice, really.  I don’t buy the high-end stuff…it breaks just about as easily as the cheap stuff and then it starts getting really expensive.

I like the new headphones, although the cats have gone into perpetual hiding.  When I can crank up Blood Sweat & Tears‘ "Redemption" so loud I start sneezing during the horn bridge between verses and can feel my ear wax liquify, I am a happy camper.  It’s like when I lived in LA the first time and would go to the club called simply "The Rock" at the corner of Topanga and Sherman Way and be legally deaf for a few days afterwards.  I like music so loud that it causes change on a cellular level and could theoretically be employed as a remote detonation system for IEDs in Afghanistan.

Wrote some more this evening.  High speed stream of consciousness stuff.  Highly romantic.  Some of it pretty erotic.  Yeah, I;ve got it bad, again.  Dig a hole and keep the shovels ready, we all know how these things end.  I have a sense of humour about the doom, but I acknowledge it.  Larry Jaffe says its because I expect more out of people than they are really capable of.  Dan McTaggart thinks I’m certifiable insane, but a noble warrior in the cause of love. 

Noble madman?  Wouldn’t be the first.  Sometimes I feel like Stephanie Hodge in her classic "Jungle Fucking" comedy routine, when, after describing an impossibly intense and perfect sexual encounter pauses and asks "Is that too much to ask?"

Ah…I recall the poet saying he would pay "twice the price of Odin for the wisdom to know the truth".  Odin gave up an eye for wisdom.  To be able to see through the bullshit of those for whom love is but a slipcover, a veil, a pretense…that would be worth never seeing light again.