Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh
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Don't get lost in Heaven.

The Virginia Café's music selections tonight included Portishead and Gorillaz, and this met with my approval. (That almost sounds like the first line of a short story...) I was downtown for library errands and Powell's browsing, and I had a patty melt and an iced tea for dinner in between, because the Virginia's much more convenient to both places now. I'm still getting used to the block where the Virginia used to be now being leveled, but it's not like I'm going to be able to rebuild that block. Anyway, good food and good music.

I got momentarily wistful when I wondered if the Gorillaz song "Don't Get Lost In Heaven" could ever be played at a funeral. Then I realized how jarring it would be to be at a funeral and hear that song's lines "There was crack on the corner and someone dead/ And fire coming out of the monkey's head." (That second line means a volcano erupting.) So, the mood's more fitting than the lyrics for that venue.

Now I hope someone has the bad idea to use R.E.M.'s "Hollow Man" as a wedding reception song. The song's view of relationships is...complicated:

I've been lost inside my head,
Echoes fall off me.
I took the prize last night for complicatedness
For saying things I didn't mean and don't believe.

Believe in me, believe in nothing
Corner me and make me something
I've become the hollow man,
Have I become the hollow man I see?

Mmmmmm I see...This echoing.

You have placed your trust in me.
I went upside-down.
I emptied out the room in thirty seconds flat,
I can't believe you held your ground.

Believe in me, believe in nothing
Corner me and make me something
I've become the hollow man,
Have I become the hollow man I see?

I'm overwhelmed, I'm on repeat,
I'm emptied out, I'm incomplete.
You trusted me, I want to show you
I don't want to be the hollow man.

Believe in me, believe in nothing
Corner me and make me something
I've become the hollow man,
Have I become the hollow man I see?
I see...


TVs were playing. One started showing an edited version of Road House; I gave a little salute at the credit Music Score by Michael Kamen, because that's how I roll.

And a sad-in-its-way image that entered my head while there: the bar has lottery video games. I pictured someone eating while seated at one of the games. It's easy to picture a bartender seeing someone do that and say "Dude, don't." I asked a bartender if that's happened; he said it hadn't.

I'm actually more chipper than this entry suggests. I walked a good distance today, I did some good reading (Drawing Blood by Poppy Z. Brite), the weather was comfortable, and I have ice cream and a pleasant warmth in my belly as I wind down the way. Going to bed early, in fact; friends are doing Blogathon tomorrow, and that starts at 6 a.m. my time. I want to be reading along from the start.
Tags: music, portland
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