(26.11.2002 - 10:31 a.m.)
No one here at the wonderful world of diaryland seems to be bursting with joy and happiness just now. Peculiar isn't it, that at the time of seasonal goodwill, when everyone is supposed to be basking in the warmth of love and family, hearth and home, experiencing the joys of giving and receiving, is just when most people seem to be finding life the hardest.
Perhaps it's Seasonal Affective Disorder? You know, when the body doesn't get enough light to produce the endorphins necessary for our continued happiness?
Well, I'm not convinced quite yet that I'll be able to do it, but I'm going to do my damndest to turn my current situation into a positive one. As Amy said to me, this could be the start of something good. This could be an opporunity to turn a negative around.
What do you say? Care to join me?
And I almost forgot to write about it, but I saw the Foo Fighters in Birmingham last Tuesday. The show was phenomenal. Opening with All My Life it went from strength to strength: through the highways and byways of Stacked Actors (surely one of the greatest riffs of all time?) and perennial favourite Monkey Wrench, Grohl and Co. managed to beat the audience into agreeable submission, slowing things down only towards the end of the show with a wonderful rendition of Aurora.
Personally, I don't think Grohl has much left to prove with regards to his musical ability. If there was ever any doubt that he could shake off the shackles of being a member of The World's Greatest Band (tm), there certainly shouldn't be now.
And my hat goes off to Taylor Hawkins, for daring to be the drummer in a band that already boasts The World's Greatest Drummer (tm) amongst it's members. He and Grohl together must surely put pay to the numerous jokes surrounding drummers in rock bands:
Q: What do you call the person that hangs around with the band?
A: The drummer.
Well, if that's the case, every band could do with a hanger-on like Dave Grohl.
He seemed no different from the rest
Just a healthy normal boy
His mama always did her best
And he was daddy's pride and joy
But never cared much to be held
And steadily he would decline
Into his solitary shell As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
Kept himself to himself most of the time
He would daydream in and out of his own world
But in every other way he was fine He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell A temporary catatonic
Madman on occasion
When will he break out of his solitary shell? He struggled to get through his day
He was hopelessly behind
He poured himself onto the page
Writing for hours at a time As a man he was a danger to himself
Fearful and sad most of the time
He was drifting in and out of sanity
But in every other way he was fine A momentary maniac
With casual delusions
When will he be let out
Of his solitary shell?* * * * *
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