July 1, 2005
Embarrassment worn upon my sleeve
Today I have two items worthy of the deep embarrassment that I currently face.
- Coldplay: Since their inception I have made fun of them as a band with not a single original chord or lyric, sounding too much like illicit coitus between U2 and Dave Matthews. I ruthlessly hounded my friend who (rather shamefully, I recall) gave admission to a secret interest in their music. I hated them. And yet, here I am, years later, and their second album has wormed its way to the top of my current music rotation. I've already prepared to unleash the third upon my eagerly waiting ears. Where have I gone?! What happened to all my firmly-planted musical snobbery? I know they are nothing new. I know they're self-indulgent. I know U2 did everything they did 20 years ago. But I still listen, and I still like it so much! Gah.
- Last Night's Dream: No this ain't no dream log! Last night I had a dream. I don't remember anything about it except for the singular shining point that I took with me into the waking hours. What was it? Was it the key to a happier lifestyle? A new life goal? Some sort of aching self-realization? Nope. It was the outfit I'm currently wearing. I realized upon waking that the dream showed me new potential in my wardrobe that I had yet to seize upon. And seize upon I did. Kind of sad when the most memorable part of your dream ends up being your clothes. But it is, admittedly, a smashing combination! Still ... embarrassment.