Hittin the Silver

It’s September 24th, or as we like to call it in my family, Christmas II. It’s on this very date back in 1983; I made my debut as a new member of the family. Sorry. I must rephrase- two babies made their debut as new members to the family unit, to what I am assured were mixed reviews. My mum wanted my older sister to have a companion but unfortunately there were two of us, so my older sis, any which ways, ended up being alone. Little did my folks know that their little bundle of face-kicking joy would grow up to achieve an incredibly tiny amount of sub cultural fame by writing about her life and music on the internet.

Which, needless to say, I’m totally doing again tonight.

Like a lot of literary and culturally rooted internet- confident girls in their mid–sigh–twenties without really great musical talent, I spend a lot of my time dreaming of being in a band and making it big. I mean, there’s always a chance, no matter how small, that I could go out on some dark night and meet the devil who would offer to get me all famous at the cost of my soul. And of course, in a couple of days I’d be, in this progressively imaginary situation, really famous- playing with this awesome band and climbing the world charts like wild fire. What I don’t think about, is the name of my band or the kind of music I’d actually be playing. Having the actual talent helps too, but since I’m playing ‘imagine this’ I can let that go.

We’re getting close to the end of the day, and as my birthday fades over the horizon, for my friends reading this- you can finally stop worrying about what you’re going to buy for me- it’s over and I loved the gifts and the wishes and the attention.

And really what better way to spend your birthday than to listen to music with people I love. It’s proof that we are living in the best of all possible worlds.

Okay, folks: I like Switchfoot as much as the next person–or let’s be honest here, way, way more than the next person but I’ll admit their last two albums didn’t really blow me away. Since I’m a huge fan of the band and their album ‘The Beautiful Letdown’ here’s ‘Dare you to move’.
It’s the song I was born to sing.

And that wraps it up for today. As always, I’ll be back soon with updates and music. In the meantime, if you’ve thought of a name for my band, feel free to mention it below.

P:S - I also happen to share my birthday with two AWESOME people, my friend Benny from the good ol’ party days and Sam, the go-to-guy. So I will have to eat two large slices of cake today in honor of them. Plus one to grow on.

mmmmmmm, cake.

‘Happy B’day to ME!’

**mumble mumble** Damn youngsters! Stay off my property!!