I love it when you go out and even though it isn’t your typical kinda outing you rise to the occasion and try to have fun with it. I've come away from situations like that and find it a bit strange and - bluntly - silly when i hear people say things like, "I wish they had sung different stuff!" or "He acted quite foolishly" or "There are too many people here," or "I couldn't really see anything because the guys in front me were standing and jumping around" - because as everyone knows having fun is all about sitting on your arse.
It makes me ask this question – ‘why is it that this person always picks on the off-putting and keeps out of the positive?" and related; an incident about a really awesome social gathering where I had been at with a couple of friends, and one of my friend’s friend spent the entire evening whining and moaning about how this person she really wanted to see didn’t turn up.

Aside from the fact that she was being really rude to the people all around her and that this one person she wanted to see so badly was what was going to decide whether the night was good or bad. That whiny girl was keeping herself away from having a good time by looking at what was wrong, rather than simply having fun with what was right.

And I see it happening a million times around me. I'll be the first to admit that I’m guilty of it at times and I think I completely get it when they say "If you have nothing good to say, don't say anything." It doesn't just mean "Be courteous or zip it," it also means "If you alter your perspective, you'll have fun." And it doesn’t mean that we should completely zone out on the bad stuff either.
It's all about overlooking the point. If all you've got to say about a show is "the concert sucked," you're missing the point of going to see it. If all you've got to say about an event is "but the one person I was hoping would be there wasn't there," you fail to see the point of going to an event.
So it's not really all bad that I’m never at my cube because I’ve to constantly shadow my colleagues to catch up with the new process and will therefore be so much more busy from here on in. Hell, I had to give up reading all the usual blogs I read and the frequent Facebook visits because now I have more time to... er well to work. There's a bright side in there somewhere...
Since this is a music blog, I don’t talk about movies unless there’s music to be heard in them. The film 'Magnolia', has a pretty sweet soundtrack it also contains one of the best concept songs I have ever heard. The song called ‘One’ by Aimee Mann is what I’ve decided to play on today’s post. If you get the chance you should take a break from your hectic life and see the performances in the movie “Magnolia”. The kind of film that expects you to leave logic at the door. Do not expect subdued taste and restraint, but instead a kind of operatic ecstasy. The movie is extremely daring, very enjoyable, remarkably well-written, and wildly actor-driven. This song is for Tatz, who’s leaving the company to educate himself further – ‘Miss you!’If you like the music here, and want to share it, please direct your readers, friends, lovers, etc., to this blog post. Thanks and enjoy.

To Runa,

Written on 04 March

Saturday today, and I'm feeling lethargic. Very lethargic. I’ve got bills to pay, friends to meet, a room floor to clean, books that I badly want to read...but I just don't want to budge. I sit by my computer; watch Law & Order Season 8 (P.S. It’s particularly good. Mariska Hargitay is terrific and Chris Meloni is certainly an interesting actor to watch), and read the news.
I dream of running a marathon, but don't do nearly enough exercises to make it through the first five minutes. Not that I would run a marathon even if I were in form. Where does one run a marathon here anyway? Maybe I could go to the store. Maybe I could tear myself from this desk and start with the messy floor and work my way to an appetite.
Maybes. Life today is packed with maybes. What am I going to do? Where will I be one year from now? What will I accomplish a couple of hours from now?

Friday began a little badly. A slight hiccup and tears during the beginning of the day. But never mind, it got better. I had a nice lunch with some of the other colleagues for the first time, as in nice conversation but not so great. Runa’s left the company. She gave in her papers last month and we all knew this was coming but we just didn’t anticipate how much we’d actually miss her.

Later on in the evening, we went to a lounge bar for dinner and a little alcohol therapy. Runa (a very famous name here on my blog) and I have the kind of friendship that endures hurdles. We talk about everything with no unease, no spiritless conversation. Several years ago when I noticed how a few friends of mine had grown distant and ultimately faded away only to hear from them on Christmases and birthdays, in some way I hoped Runa and I would be friends for a very long time, for always. And especially in the last month I kept reminding her that we must never lose touch all the while holding back tears that kept rushing forward. The good person that she is didn't laugh; she saw how serious I was and in her own way told me that I need never worry where she was concerned.

And this is how Friday ended: I lay in bed - very buzzed - opened my mind to those wonderful moments we had shared through college and work, and then let the alcohol do its job. I managed to wake up a little past eleven o'clock on Saturday to wash my face and brush my teeth, and to write this.

Runa, I'm lucky to have a friend like you who cares for me so damn much. You are so beautiful and so full of grace. I don't think I've met anyone as gifted as you, or anyone with such varied interests. All our years together, I've enjoyed talking to you about writing, books, men, music and love. You’ve been a splendid friend - wise beyond your years, kind, thoughtful, and blessed with the ability to converse with just about anyone. Thank you. Not merely for the gift of the years of friendship but also for putting up with me through rolling eyes, flaring tempers and impulsive choices. Thank you for being around when I most needed you.

In the ability of being competent to talk about what interests and inspirations are so clearly evident, I am always trying to keep myself in touch with as much music as possible. There's so much out there, it's enough to get you feeling a bit tense, however, I'm surfing through it one artist at a time.

After waiting for months for this album by James Morisson, I wasn't really sure if I'd want to hear it for concern of understanding that it might not be what I was hoping...which the case wasn’t as this album is something as wonderful and musically clever as his previous albums with the grace just short of a masterpiece. At this point I'd say that what I was looking forward to hear didn’t disappoint at all. There's not a song that obviously stands out apart from the rest and there is also positively not a track that should have been removed. It really is rather a relatively good album, melodically as well as lyrically. I'd like to think that most people like what they listen to because it sincerely calls to them. And this one does to me.

For you, Runa. To this day, I marvel at how our years together made me respect you because you totally defined what a good friend should be like. Love you!

James Morrison with ‘You make it real’