Thought Of You All Day

I got the phone call this morning and I was sad to hear you crying and to know you were in pain. I'm starting to write this late Sunday night and I'm starting to cry a bit, I guess now that I start to put words together it has finally hit me. This whole day I’ve thought about you, how strong you are and how I wish I can be with you to help you go through this; to be by your side, hold your hand and give you hugs and say something to your ear to comfort you. I can’t think of the last time I felt sadness and this void, sadness from your loss and void because you are not here next to me, I shouldn’t feel this way but it tears me apart to know what you are going through, it’s not a good feeling. I started to think of what you told me your gramma use to say, “es mi novio!”, “le voy a decir a Omar que te portas mal conmigo!” As I write this my face begins to smile, she was very cute and I told Desiree that your gramma was ill, I didn’t tell her of her death; her response was “Oh yea I remember her, she gave me my earings.” I watched The Contender and I just thought about you jumping up and down, going crazy yelling GO PETAH! I can’t tell you who won, so I’ll wait for you to watch it so we can talk about it. I MISS YOU and I hope to see your face soon so I can hold you in my arms for a long time until you want to let go.

NPR

Listening to NPR is so “cool” for lack of “me” using a better word, lol, that it keeps me informed on world issues. I can’t think of the last time I watched the local news, is it wrong that I don’t care?…“Murder today, a rape on the streets of Los Angeles, a car chase ends in tragedy, all tonight at 5pm.” I think this is the reason why I don’t tune to watch the local news, I much rather hear about a car bombing in Iraq, or hear that there were protest in Uzbekistan and protesters were killed by police. Isn’t it ironic? It’s not that I don’t care what happens in Los Angeles, but maybe subconsciously I just want to believe that these things aren’t happening around me, after all it’s not a great story to hear. I much rather hear that today the art world has found 32 unknown paintings by the late Jackson Pollock, stored in a Long Island storage, than hear there’s been shootings on freeways. You may say I’m a dreamer, to quote John Lennon, but that might be what keeps me going, and it might not be what works for you. I always imagine how great my life would be if I were ignorant and didn’t know what current events my immediate world was going through; Ignorance is truly bliss, the less you know the less you worry about.

DM

Driving Home on Sunday afternoon I found myself listening to “Fashion Telegram” commonly known as Depeche Mode, there best album IMHO, Violator. This is an album that is 15 years old, it came out in 1990; I was only 13 years old when I noticed the greatness of the album. Track two is somewhat slow compared to the rest of the 9 songs, but it still manages to wake up the soul in my body. I can close my eyes and think of "Popi's" little me listening to this tape in Ameca, I brought it back after my brother Martin had recorded it for me. I had a walkman and it was probably my only tape that never stopped playing, unless the battery died of course. I had the pleasure of meeting David Gahan when they were on Holiday in Santa Barbara. Santa Barbara is the same place where they recorded there album called Exciter.; They are currenly there recording there new album, tentatively scheduled for an autumn release.


Here are the lyrics for track two, the Sweetest Perfection.

The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn't finely hone
The sweetest infectionOf body and mind
Sweetest injection
Of any kind

I stop and I stare too much
Afraid that I care too much
And I hardly dare to touch
For fear that the spell may be broken

When I need a drug in me
And it brings out the thug in me
Feel something tugging me
Then I want the real thing not tokens

The sweetest perfection...
Things you'd expect to be
Having effect on me
Pass undetectedly
But everyone knows what has got me

Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
I know that nothing can stop me

Sweetest perfection
An offer was made
An assorted collection
But I wouldn't trade

The sweetest perfection...

Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
Nothing can stop me