I know... I'm not proud about what I've done but I think once you learn more I hope you will forgive me.
It all started when I was a child (doesn't it always?). I always liked to sing and remember mom and dad playing their 45's and my favorite song 'Lollypop' by the Chordettes. What does that have to do with this diary? Nothing, but really - I loved that song - anyways...
... when I learned that Prop H8 failed passed (thanks andreac) on November 5th I sunk to a very low place. A place so low that I began to unconsciously search for ways to inflict pain and fear. Yep... Karaoke.
My neighbors shun me, my husband is still with me (bless his heart) and my dogs, well.... they don't come around much anymore.
Seriously though I usually start with some Pink Floyd, love me some Comfortably Numb, that's for myself (selfish I know) followed up by Wish You Were Here. When I sing that one I have to raise my glass to all of my friends that didn't make it because of AIDS and wonder just how they would be feeling this weekend. Would they be as nervous as I am wondering if my marriage will stand or not? I guess if they magically popped back they might be pretty surprised just how far we have come and how quickly. Some would say "oh no.. its too much too fast!!" others would be so much more radical and wonder why it took so long. Me... I would just be happy to have them back.
After a bit more tequila its time for a little Hank Williams (really? Pink Floyd to Hank Williams? I know...) and I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry. Before you get all sad for me I'm really not lonesome at all since my husband is the absolute best soul mate, companion, friend a guy could ever hope for (I Love you honey - aww shoot there I go - PDA - sorry folks), but I do love that song, Hank could really wail.
Finally I move on to some Willie Nelson with Angel Flying too Close to the Ground. This clip isn't Willie singing but I love this kid, he can really sing. Check out his original songs also, friggin amazing.
Anyway... I'm on pins and needles this weekend wondering how the supreme court will rule knowing that my dogs are tired of me seeking solace at the microphone fueled by tequila. Here's to music... what would we do without it??
CP
OH OH UPDATE! Can't forget my favorite singer Jay Brannan.