I received an email which bore good, no, great news. I read it and reread it about five times before I could believe it. Wow. I won’t divulge exactly what the hell is going on until everything is finalized and neatly ironed out.
I will respond to him with a beautiful letter simultaneously poignant and awesome…or at least grateful. I think I will read it a couple more time to make sure.
In other news, I am an idiot. I was in a restaurant last week and I heard this song I absolutely loved but couldn’t remember what the hell the title was and who sang it.
So I called two of my musically saavy friends and had to, EMBARRASSINGLY, sing to them parts of the song I could remember. I pretty much had to hum the song (which always sounds like SHIT, because, it sounds good in your head, or in this case, in my head) and was answered with a ‘Huh?’ Fortunately, Jennifer knew exactly what I was talking about and started to sing/hum it with me…and then she said “Doh, I don’t know.” She proceeded to call her friends and they KNEW what she was talking about, but also did not know who sang it or the title of the song.
Regardless, I called another saavy music person who was familiar with 80s New Wave (that’s what is was) and had NO clue what the hell I was talking about.
Me: “It goes something like…have a conversation on the telephone…la la la la la …to be a star…..la la la la la la la..I was a short fuse, burning all the time…”
She suggested I google the damn thing.
Damn.
THEN, in a moment of clarity, I remembered a specific lyric “It’s nothing I regret”…and looked up ‘Regret Lyrics’
Lo and behold, the song I was looking for.
I figured that those British pop band/New Wave people always had one key lyric that was the title…because they want to be cool. In this song, he only says regret once and for some reason, I KNEW that was the song.
So, it turns out to be Regret by New Order. I downloaded that shiznit like nobody’s business.
AND THEN, here comes the idiotic part:
I am in my car and I look through my cd booklet (which I sift through every now and then since I primarily pay the cds behind the driver visor thingy) and DOH!
There it is:
The Best of New Order
and Regret was song number 12.
All that work for naught.
I also found my Fishheads cd which is radical awesome or whatever.
In other news….
I am SO digging Friendster right now. I had a request from my friend, Zack, a guy who I went to film school. He always thought I was a hilarious attractive type of girl (we always joked that we would be fuck buddies) and we vowed one day to make the most hilarious scandalous film to print.
Anyway, imagine my surprise that Zack would contact me! I mean, how the hell did he find me? I clicked on his profile and HOLY SHIT.
A gaggle of my friends from NYU all connected through the Friendster circle. I clicked on all of them and added them on.
In the span of FOUR hours, I had 5 new friends and 4 new testimonials to approve. They all asked what the HELL was I doing in California?
Apparently, they are all in Brooklyn and on different film shoots (one of them just finished a documentary)
I am so out of the film loop. I have to get into that shit.
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