First, an apology....

..... if I haven't visited your blog lately, I'm sorry. Life has gotten Busy. That's Busy with a capital B. Please don't think I'm ignoring you.

This week has been much better than the last. For one, I haven't worked my ass off. I checked. It's started to grow back. This week I've been much more hopeful about my verdict for good days. Granted, it's been gloomier and colder and harder to get out of bed but once I'm dressed and out of the house, I'm good to go. A good cup of tea at work might start the day right, maybe a nice comment from one of you when I check my mail in the morning. But sometimes, it just takes a little more. I need a sign.

I was on Facebook the other day, and a friend of mine posted this video from the rock 'n roll fable ‘Almost Famous’. I love the way Billy Crudup sings this verse in the movie -

“Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today.”

And in a odd moment of lucidity, I try to imagine myself as the kid from that movie, holed up, like me, for reasons he’d probably rather not talk about; only in his case, he’d bring his older sister’s record collection circa 1970. I liked to imagine me out in a dark studio, smoking weed and spinning records, seemingly at random — or, like me, according to his own, seemingly directionless, barely under control.

‘Almost Famous’ is easily one of the straight up films ever made, and it somehow manages that without treading on over sentimentalism even for a minute. It’s one of my all-time favorite movies. And when it was released I got a copy for myself. Totally worth it.

Elton John with Tiny Dancer gracing this post on EC. Going out especially to the birthday girl, Natasha.