While driving my pimped-out 2003 Toyota Corolla on the way onto the sweat shop, I removed my eyes from the road for a microsecond. It was slick out and I really should have had all of my concentration on the lined asphalt ahead of me. Why did I do this? To hit the down button on my CD player so I could listen to Joanna Newsom’s Peach, Plum, Pear for the fourth consecutive time. That’s when it hit me. No, not the bumper of the guy in front of me, but the reason why I like Joanna Newsom.
It’s funny how life works, if it does work. Less than a month ago, I stayed up late one night and kept on NBC. SNL came on. Andy Samberg threw some stuff on the ground. I fell in love. Okay. Not really love…but something else. Lust. Anyway, I looked up this dude and became engaged to him on Facebook (my doing, a completely unintentional hoax, but that’s another post), broke off the fake engagement, found out that he had a girlfriend, looked her up, and now she’s living in my car radio.
But why? What do I find so enchanting about her and the harp? This morning, the first ten notes played and a memory surfaced. The Addams Family. Did Morticia play the harp? Weird because I had just posted a little snippet about the Addams Family a few days ago. I haven’t been able to find any evidence that supports Morticia’s harp skills yet, but I have found darling Lily.
Could this be the reason? I loved the Addams Family more dearly, but the Munsters from 1313 Mockingbird Lane still hold a special place within my heart.
Sometimes I feel as if the gods are trying to tell me something…and if I could only figure out what that something is, I could cure cancer or find that pair of missing socks. But no.
What could it be? If anyone has any ideas please let me know so I can get on the correct path.
Maybe the message is that I have to stop drawing parallels where there aren’t any.
Or that I have to stop harping on the past.
Or that my Haldol dosage need to be increased. (I’m not really on anti-schizoid meds. Obvious?)
And does Twilight fit in here anywhere?
The Munsters lead to Grandpa–who was a vampire, which leads to Edward Cullen, which leads to Stephanie Meyers, which leads to multi-million dollar franchise.
Am I supposed to give up this memoir crap and write fiction?
Or do I just have a thing for the harp? Should I start lessons?
I could be doing this.
Stairway to Heaven
Iron Maiden. The Trooper.
But I’m not.