mattymatt (zxkuqyb) wrote,

death and NPR

From Kindergarten to second grade I went to a small private school and saw twelfth graders everyday. I remember being astounded at how infinitely far away twelfth grade was. It was unfathomable, but soon that feeling faded and obviously no longer applies. I have now passed that milestone with regards to death, for it actually scared me the other day. Retirement, Net Worth, and Life Insurance take on new meanings, while at the same time becoming completely laughable. I'm sure this is only the beginning of comprehending one's own mortality.
NPR, on the other hand, becomes more and more entertaining. On the roof, we used to listen to World News from the BBC in the morning, and maybe to a little of Dick Gordan, but only since taking this office job and commuting almost two hours a day (or more, if church gets involved)have I been exposed to much more interesting parts of their programming. I heard my first April Fool's Day story, and I thought it was awesome. Bluegrass on Friday nights is great. Prairie Home Companion makes me think of Andy Damick and feel very white. And last weekend I went to the grocery store, and they were airing an phone conversation with Jello Biafra. who knew?

I haven't missed church because of a hangover in, well, at least a year. Saturday night's performance was quite an experience - and a brief jaunt back into the world of "nightlife" was throughly enjoyable, if not ill advised.
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Andrew used to be white, but I believe we are successfully Arabizing him. Pretty soon he'll be wearing a checkered scarf and shouting yella all the time.
It's not the thinking of your husband that makes me feel white, but rather the laughing at their corny jokes!
You were super-fantastic Saturday at the show. Rock on! :) *hug*
This has nothing to do with your post, but your baby is all over my flickr account:
You ask and the universe answers. Flickr has just done away with the flash wrapper on our photos. You can download to your heart's content.
You were great, man... The depressing part of the whole deal was that after we played in front of a crowd - whenever, wherever - we were never able to capitalize on any of the momentum of the energy from the gig, and that stung. There was never any real progress made... I have been going back through and mixing down a bunch of our old sessions, trying to get stuff cleared off the recorder, and there was some cool shit happening - we did have fun, but the pressure of an upcoming performance didn't seem to be an ally for you. It seems odd that you did very well in the actual performance, but the consistency issues were what was the killer and what were really wrenching from an overall point of view.

The long and short is that we miss you - everyone has asked about you, and even though it was not a personal issue that brought us to this two months or so of no real contact, it still hurts me, and I still feel personally responsible, like I've hurt you. I deeply don't dig that. I hope everyone at the Fuquay ranch is well, though, and give our love to the Wagoner brood... Lotsa love, Matty.
Has it really been two months already? I'm telling you, man, time flies by so fast now it is not even funny. I can completely relate to a post you made a little while ago - for I can hardly recognize myself sometimes.

You know, I don't have any hard feelings. I wish I had just stepped aside back when it was obvious that we were of different mindsets and interests - back before there were any "complaints" about me. It's no secret I was never all that interested in playing in front of people; I did it because you wanted to. But I certainly don't regret any of it, except for that whole letting you down part. I did the best I could, being the ever distracted crazy-man I am.

And I am anxious to hear how things are going! I'm sure the addition of someone with skills and a desire to play out have made a big difference. I miss you, too, and I truly hope you are getting where you want to be.

I will pass your love along to sammic and Mera (she's a year old, walks by herself, and can say "daddy!"), please do the same for me. I still need to figure out where your parents live! I've honestly been meaning to call you and schedule a time to meet you for lunch (I do work in Durham, after all). Got any free time next week?
That should not be a problem, my man! Holy shit d00d! It's so good to hear from you. A year old already?! Time does fly...

Wednesday or Friday would probably be the best, so just give me a ring, or I can buzz you at home to get your office number - I have misplaced your work #, sadly. And I am serious, if you want to get together to hang out and just jam to have fun, as that was what you'd exprssed interest in in the first place, I have no problem with that at all. No pressure, no strings, there could be beer, South Park, etc., or just hanging out is cool as well. We just want to see our Mattymatt.

There's a pub called Jo & Joe's Downtown, right around the corner from the CTD, within walking distance - There's 2-hour parking behind the theatre and DAC, so we could just stroll over, if that suits you?