I can’t sleep. First of all, “LOST” is coming back, for the last time (what in the hell am I going to do with my life once “LOST” is over? Get a hobby?). Second of all, the return of “Lost” has somehow managed to coincide with what is probably going to go down in history as The Day Natalia Came Close To Chewing Through Her Watch Strap In A Frenzy, or, perhaps, even as The Day Natalia Chewed Through Her Watch Strap In A Frenzy. Details will emerge whenever it is I am able to talk about them in a coherent manner. Let’s just say that I was stupid enough to write a play. And am now dealing with the consequences of this act.
So here’s the music I am listening to while picturing all of the different things that may or may not go wrong tomorrow, pertaining to the play, and also pertaining to “LOST” and acts of God in general:
Sexy Boy – Air
College Town Boy – Dent May & His Magnificent Ukulele
Sex Me Up – Datarock
Stand By Me (acoustic version) – Oasis
General Midi vs. Rusty 4eyes – Adventure Time
And I Was a Boy from School – Hot Chip
Dear Prudence – the Beatles
The Ice & The Storm – My Brightest Diamond
Hot Hot Hot!!! – the Cure
Jig of Life – Kate Bush
From my favourite “LOST” episode of all time:
The dudes in the van remind me of some of the crazier road trips I’ve taken. It’s beautiful, that moment, and a little sad as well. The image of Sawyer having beer in the end is the perfect conclusion to “Tricia Tanaka is Dead,” but it’s also a pretty good metaphor for dealing with life in general. Sometimes you just tilt your head a little, and then have a drink, and then get on with things.