Rendezvous
18 June 06 : 06.14 AM
As much as I hate to admit it, I really like Jamie Cullum's cover of the late Jeff Buckley's "Lover, You Should Have Come Over". Cullum boy is just so easy on the ears sometimes, although rarely when he attempts the standards. I can't understand why he's even allowed to record them.
Speaking of music, Chan Marshall's "Good Woman" is such a beautiful song. Second only to "The Greatest" but worthy enough to land a place in God's holy Ipod on eternal repeat. There's a kind of raw quality to her voice that permeates the song, resonating poignancy, and her soulful melisma at certain points of the song really adds to the emotions.
I was just browsing through links of links of links, and somehow the greater the degree, the younger the writers get. What puzzles me most, is that so many of these young girls are self-proclaimed bitches (and when I say young, I don't think I'm not young, just very much older). I'm wondering why do girls demean themselves like that? As far as my memory serves me, I think it's really a deregatory term, not anything to be proud of or whatsoever. Or do they really think that they're all petulant and sassy like that? Okay, I did that at 13, thinking it was cool and spunky, but it's so passé.
And when people start calling you that to your face so much, or when people you care about say that about you, I don't think it's a very nice term at all.
Just the other night, Desmond parked outside my place and we talked for a while before he left for his movie, and I to meet Drey. I guess we'll always have stuff to talk about because we have sometimes similar views, plus he's a funny guy, you could never get bored of talking to him. Views of people, of things and actions, but he judges them more harshly than I do, mostly.
By the way, I love Drey! We need more Coffee Bean trips before closing hour and casual bantering with the wait staff, and talking about silly things and dissing just about everything and anyone at sight. I'm gonna have to bring you out with Sern and all again, because I think they didn't get that much of a chance to speak to you that night at HollandV because of the presence of girlfriends. PS. Sern says Jason's got sticky palms.
Donating $4 to Desiree's cause left me with $10 for Saturday but lovely Des dedicated the song "Thirteen" to me, a song that I love, and sang it to me in the sweetest way possible, so it was worth it. Her voice was prettiest singing "Dream a Little Dream of Me".
Anyway, I found this journal-book thing that Christian and I used to write in, for a short while, so there aren't many entries in it. I don't know what to do with it now; do I throw it away or keep it and feel awkward seeing it? Foreign feelings and trite sweet nothings. It has lost its raison d'être, yet there's still so many pages left it's almost wasteful not to keep it.
I can't think of anything more to say tonight.