Monday Music: the “here, at the end of all things” edition

The worst part of being me right now is not being able to hold a glass properly. I went to my cousin’s wife’s birthday dinner last night, and made an ass out of myself while attempting to down a glass of champagne. I will spell it out: I am having trouble drinking champagne. The world, without a doubt, is coming to an end.

Seriously, the glass just wobbled in my hand pathetically, and I decided to cease and desist before I knocked it against my teeth and possibly chipped glass or tooth or both. Then my cousin had to get up and get me some homeopathic anti-stress medication, the kind that comes in little green pills and smells all herbal and tastes awful and leaves you feeling a bit like one of those hysterical ladies that populate misogynist treatises on the health of women of the Victorian era. Fantastic.

I’m only lucky to have my family, at least for a while, and friends who take me out to restaurants and parks, and listen to my stupid stories and laugh at the parts that are meant, in theory, to be funny. I’m glad to have someone who I think understands me, or at least sees me in a way that, reflected back to me, isn’t horrible.

I’m very grateful. I’m very sorry. I don’t have anything else to say that won’t sound even more banal than that.

We Shall Overcome – Bruce Springsteen
Halfway Home – TV on the Radio
Dancing in the Dark – Bruce Springsteen
I Think I’m Paranoid – Garbage
Purple Rain – Prince
Hey Jude – the Beatles
One – U2
I’ll Be Seeing You – Billie Holiday
Suitcase Calling – the Polyphonic Spree
Lorge – El Ten Eleven

This isn’t strictly music related, but it does feature David Lee Roth-style spandex shorts:

“That should be your headshot, for when you want more work.”