Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Two Weeks, Or A Novel

So, it's been two weeks since I last wrote something here. Since my mom's incredible visit, it's hard to focus on what stories to write about first. As I anticipated, in some circles, I am no longer known as "Trevor"; I am now "Linda Marie's Son". The lady has love magnets nestled in her 5'2", 100 pound frame.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Mama's Gettin' Hot

In roughly 16 hours, my mother the one-and-only Ms. Linda Marie will descend upon New York, ready to rumble like it's 1998-Sex and the City-in-its-heyday. When we planned this trip in April, I didn't think the first week of June would be full-tilt Summer in the city, and, naturally, Summer arrived in blazing full force over the weekend.

I am already anticipating picking her up at LaGuardia tomorrow morning and meeting the new friends she will most certainly acquire on the plane ride. Once when she and my stepfather visited me in Boston, they emerged from the Park Street T station with a set of three new friends that they hugged good-bye, they had become so close on the Green Line ride in from Newton.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Summertime

Today is one of those work-a-work-work days. For reasons cited last week, my usual sarcasm has given way to something a little grander and a lot giddier. So, in lieu of anything else, here are the lyrics to the best song of the summer of 1997, that oddly enough, was released in October 1997:

Do some people wind up with the one that they adore
In a heart-shaped hotel room it’s what a heart is for
The bubble floats so madly will it stay sky-high?
Hello partner, kiss your name bye-bye

Ooh sometimes...

Romantic piscean seeks angel in disguise
Chinese-speaking girlfriend big brown eyes
Liverpudlian lady, sophisticated male
Hello partner, tell me love can’t fail

And it’s you and me in the summertime
We’ll be hand in hand down in the park
With a squeeze & a sigh & that twinkle in your eye
And all the sunshine banishes the dark

Do some people wind up with the one that they abhor
In a distant hell-hole room, the third world war
But all I see is films where colourless despair
Meant angry young men with immaculate hair

Ooh sometimes...

Get up a voice inside says there’s no time for looking down
Only a pound a word & you’re talking to the town
But how do you coin the phrase though that will set your soul apart
Just to touch a lonely heart

And it’s you & me in the summertime
We’ll be hand down in the park
With a squeeze & a sigh & that twinkle in your eye
And all the sunshine banishes the dark
And it’s you I need in the summertime
As I turn my white skin red
Two peas from the same pod yes we are
Or have I read too much fiction?
Is this how it happens?
How does it happen?
Is this how it happens?
Now, right now

©1997, The Sundays

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Light N' Flaky (Or, Flakes on Film)

So my friend Torrey blew me off again. The excuse this time was that he had to accompany a friend of his to the emergency room because, um, he had diarrhea.

I do believe Torrey (aka Miss Courtney D'Amico-DeMarko) but I can't help thinking he blew me off to go blow his allowance at the Mall on Tretorns, slutty Junior separates and gum.

It now seems I need to contract an illness, get hit by a car, suffer head trauma, suffer through a break-up, lose my job, lose my mind, lose my virginity, lose myself, find God, find Jesus, find faith, find myself, find a million dollars in a mattress or some loose equivalent thereof to get Ms. D'Amico-DeMarko into a seat across from me at dinner on a weeknight.

Or, maybe I should just promise to buy him the latest Guns N' Roses CD and take him to Taco Bell in the Food Court.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

True Faith

I'm not sure if it's the onset of summer or if it's something deeper, but due to a series of recent events, I'm feeling a lot lighter about the state of things in my life. Things could change, as things always do, but right now, I feel like I'm pulling out of a sort of crevice that I've built for myself over the last year.

Maybe too, it's New Order's amazing new album. I'm a music junkie, and sometimes an album will fit my state of mind perfectly - at the perfect time.

New Order always makes me think of summer - and here is a snippet from one of their best, which seems fully appropriate for today:

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care 'cause I'm not there
And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...