French Air

Aah, the Hollywood Bowl.

Before I moved to Los Angeles, the only place I had ever seen or heard about the Hollywood Bowl was in the movie Some Kind of Wonderful where Eric Stoltz takes Lea Thompson on “the big date” to the Hollywood Bowl. It was this massive place and I thought to myself, “Man, what kind of massive weird auditorium place is that and where is it and how cool that is.”

Then I promptly forgot about it for about five or six years.

If My Name Was Aaren

There are people with strange names, that is true.

Sometimes I sit back and think about how my life would be different had my parents named me something else. Johnny, Bill, Graham, Rick, Jason, etcetera. It’s funny how when you see someone else with your name you often think to yourself that HE or SHE doesn’t like like a “whatever your name is”, but that YOU look like your name. You’re so used to looking at yourself and being called by your name that you identify with it so much that anyone else doesn’t deserve to have it.

I Can Write A Song About Anything

For as long as I have been alive, I have been graced with a very unique talent.

If you and I were riding around in the car one afternoon, and you saw a man lying down next to a bus stop who was eating a huge burrito, and if you turned to me and asked me to sing the first few verses of a brand-new song I had just written about said man and the burrito — I would have no problem obliging.

He’s a man without family,
he’s a man on the run,
but give him a huge cheese burrito,
and get ready for fun.

Because when Mr. Fred Miller,
gets a hold of some cheese,
he’s a man without reason,
and he sure likes to please.

Words For Your Enjoyment: The Beeper

This week, I have decided not to start off “Words For Your Enjoyment” with a paragraph of hyberbole and metaphors. I have decided not to talk about the dawn of a new day and how today’s entry somehow involves allegory and emotional resonance.

Let’s be real — it’s a bunch of zeros and ones.

Aaah, but zeros and ones as inspired by Kathleen, who asks, “The beeper – is it still around?”

Oh, Kathleen — I’m glad that you asked.

Fifty-Nine and Counting…

In almost nine months of daily postings on WFME, there is one post which has garnered (currently) fifty-nine comments so far.

I will not mention the subject matter because it is a sketchy subject. It is the kind of subject that, if mentioned and spelled out here on this entry, will bring more of the “followers” out of the woodwork. I know this from experience, as does WFME good pal ‘o ours Lori — that the people who continually search the subject matter that brings them here to comment can only be described as “fringe.”

Yet it makes me wonder. Are there so many people with this much concern about a certain body part that they are up at all hours of the evening searching for something to make them feel better about their “supposed problem”?