I'm Up All Night To Get Unlucky
Really, there are a million things that can make you happy. A great session on-track, the smile of a beautiful woman, a child experiencing success. But only one thing can make you sad: the gap between what you wish for and what you have.
I have a few close friends who are in the grip of depression right now. When you're truly down, when what someone called "the black dog" in an email to me earlier this week has you in its grip, everything that happens is fuel for that. Your accomplishments have the taste of ash in your mouth, your enemies appear to be omnipotent, the woman you long for is as distant as the far side of the Pacific. You have a flattening of affect. You spend the afternoon devising ways to kill yourself that will be viewed as stylish by posterity. If you're like me, you find ways to secretly sleep: at work, in your car, in the passenger seat of a student's Corvette once it's apparent he has the line for Shenandoah more or less dicked. (Sorry about that, John!) Or you can't sleep. Eight shots of Ketel One is insufficient to close your eyes. The ceiling of your hotel room lowers itself upon you with intent to kill.
But the far side of that is the authentic mania, the megawatt invincibility, ten thousand words in a day, music and lyrics in thirty minutes, a Camry diving for the inside line on a Porsche GT3, the ability to do anything you want with the car or the bicycle or the pistol or the fretless bass. It can be exhausting, not knowing when the change will come.
There are about ten men whom I personally respect in this world. One of them is a fellow I call "The Choker" because of something he once did to someone in his youth. When The Choker wants to share something but he isn't sure what it really means or what value to attach to it, he will say, "So here's something..."
So here's something. The new Daft Punk is on Spotify today.
so here's something. Before the record actually came out, I recorded the above ridiculous video based on my interpretation of a low-quality snippet of the song my friend Patrick was able to get from German streaming radio. (No, I have no idea how. Don't ask).
so. here's. something. There is someone reading this whom I will love until I am cold in the ground.