the Gramma's

Stadium Arcadium? What? First item of business tomorrow - listen to that album again (damn, its a double LP) and figure out what all the fuss is about. All along, I thought it was just another album by the Chili Peppers - another iteration of the formula they got right 2 albums ago. Californication got it right... By The Way pushed it a bit too far, but moments of Frusciante brilliance (read: "Can't Stop") made it tolerable.. but Dani California? Its a Tom Petty hack, note for note. Snow (Hey Oh) is like an early working version of "Otherside", before it became awesome.

How did this album just rake in 4 Grammys? I know, I know - the Grammy's have sucked for a long time. But, why was this album even nominated? Is it a career payback sorta thing?

Going to rack up the iPod with some new albums tomorrow and pray for sunlight. Spring is coming, I can feel it. Its hiding somewhere behind the grey skies. Buried beneath snowbanks, trapped in the frozen soil. At moments, I can feel it slowly coming to life. The water leaking from the glittering snowbank. My jacket zipper's 3 inch descent at noon. The blinding sunlight replacing blinding darkness on those few days when I make it out of work on time.

February is nearly half over, thanks to its lack of days. D'you think February was ever made fun of in public school for being short? I doubt it.

Why Don't You Radio Home?

Another late night post to keep the habit. I have a good post bouncing inside my brain, one like those carefree days of two summers ago when it seemed like creative ideas poured out of my brain with every new experience.... but I promised myself I would go to bed early tonight. It was one of those promises that begins just before the lights go out the night before - an oath that this won't happen again: no more listless clicking and scrolling, more dreaming and snoring. At the crack of the alarm clock, the promise begins anew. This time, the early-to-bed promise is coupled with a new dedication to a post-work nap. Napping is sort of like flossing, nothing but a good intention.

But before long, the mid-day sun, and the cold walk home causes eyes to open. After work projects, commitments and schedules cause even the best promises to be forgotten.

So tonight, with this post - the promise begins again. The definition of a cycle is something that can be broken. Otherwise, its infinity. And this isn't infinity. Because tonight will be different.

Music: Craig Cardiff - Judy Garland (You're Never Home...). buy it.