Go Your Own Way
Spinning: Fleetwood Mac – Best
… If I could / Maybe I’d give you my world / How can I / When you won’t take it from me / You can go your own way / Go your own way / You can call it / Another lonely day / You can go your own way / Go your own way… / |
Amazing how certain heads fail to impress us and have further power upon us as soon as their image begins to vanish. How does the saying go? “Out of sight, out of mind?” A certain individual made a cameo appearance by my office today. It was one of those perfect soap opera moments, where the protagonist –whose love was never recognised or requited� is having a great moment, laughing and joking, and the ex-object of their affection walks in unannounced. Suddenly the room makes a pause to see if the former will react to the latter’s presence, but he/she remains cooler than Antarctica and acknowledges the other’s existence with a mere “hello.” A hello that says plenty of things which are better left unsaid. Things that don’t need to be shown anymore. Things that existed but became extinct with the passing of days, weeks, and months in a lonely bed. Suddenly the former loser becomes the unexpected winner… and the winner takes it all.
And so it goes, the quick visit failed to have a major effect upon me. I no longer felt depressed; I no longer wondered what if and why not; I no longer cared to know anything about this person. Their universe and mine are many light years away from each other, even though we’re only separated by a few walls and cubicles. I moved on and cheered my folks, who were having one of the best sales days in a long while. We broke a couple of records in certain areas and it felt just right. I was winning. They were winning. We won. And the winner takes it all.
And on a different note, February is always my favourite month. Why, someone might ask. Well, it is a month full of culture and plenty of things to do in Miami, and this year I will be one busy fella. First of all, we have my lady Erykah Badu in concert next Sunday (the 9th). The tickets have been waiting for me for a little while. I am excited about this one. Hopefully my old acquaintances from the record label will be able to get me a pass to the backstage area, so that I can chill for a little while with this amazing woman and performer. The show will be at the always very trendy Level. I still don’t know if there will be an opening act, but I don’t care. Erykah is just enough for my ear, mind, and soul.
Next up, is Tori Amos on the 19th of February. And if you know me, you know the kind of Tori fan / freak that I have been for a decade and counting. I have seen this lady way too many times and at many different venues. She never ceases to amaze me. I will be going with my lil’ sis’ and a couple of heads from work. This will be another highlight in my cold February.
Lastly, there is the Miami Film Festival, which takes off on the 21st. We have been members and sponsors since 1996 and the festival seems to get better with each year that passes. The movie line-up for 2003 is quite interesting, and there will be a couple of after-parties that require a little visit. I guess I will be entertained for the next few weeks.
Another form of entertainment –of a less sublime nature– that I have discovered is American Idol (I plugged it last night and I’ll do it again today). Some of these contestants make you want to kick them straight in the face. Dang! Some of these egos are more inflated than the economy in Argentina. I dislike that Emily chick, as she has shown a nasty side in her personality that eclipses her vocal talent. The two girls who did the duet (the slightly Reubenesque ones) have some vocal power that demands recognition. All of the guys are a bunch of wankers; none of them has impressed me thus far. Maybe I will change my mind as the competition develops.
Hey, The Wankers, that would be a brilliant name for a band or a song title. Maybe I will audition for AI3 next year as Milo the Wanka’. Oh wait, I’m a year over the limit… forget it… I don’t have a voice at any rate.
And with all this rubbish said, I must turn away and prepare tomorrow’s presentation for school…