-‘Give me Strength’, by Howard Jones.
It’s one among many of his wonderful lyrics, but in my case it is only a half truth… I am one to complain. Complaining sometimes makes me feel better, for some reason, but I have a feeling it’s tiring to everyone else.
Even though nobody reads this, I figured I should touch base, since it’s been nearly a month since my previous entry. If nothing else, this blog will be something for me to read when I’m bedridden in the nursing home at a ripe old age (on that note… why do they call it a ripe old age? Seems like an overripe old age to me). Anyway…
Although the timing is somewhat awkward, my car is now working again. My brother moved into his college apartment on Thursday of this week, and he didn’t want to worry about parking and the like, so we didn’t bring his car to college. This would leave his car free for me to drive to work, like I have been doing since I got my license back in March.
This upset my dad for some reason. He seemed to be quite angry at the idea of me driving my brother’s car… even though I’ve been doing so for months.
I know my brother’s car isn’t MY car, and that I’m not free to just take it wherever I want, but there were few alternatives. Now that my mom is back to work at the high school, I can’t use her car, and we have two pickup trucks, neither of which I can drive.
So I was getting a bit uneasy. I’m still not sure what my dad’s deal was with that, but it doesn’t really matter anymore.
Apparently, my dad bought a new battery for my car, as well as a little switch to keep the battery from draining (there is some problem with my car in which the interior lights would not turn off for some reason, which would drain the car battery). Every time I get in the car, I have to lift the hood, and flip the little switch. Every time I get out of the car, I have to lift the hood again, and flip the switch the opposite direction.
It’s wonderful to have my car back in working order, but like I said, the timing was odd. A better time to do this would have been say, at the beginning of the summer, when my brother was back living at home, and actually needed his car to get to his summer job.
Anyway, that is one thing that has changed since my last entry… and pretty much the only thing. I’m excited to have my car back (and the cd player in said car), but I’m still getting used to it again, and I’m still a bit paranoid, because my car is the one I was driving when I got my OWI.
Tonight, driving home from my closing shift will be interesting because it will have been the first time driving my car at night since the incident little over 3 years ago.
It doesn’t seem like that should make a huge difference, and maybe it won’t. It probably won’t, actually. I should know by now that my dread building up to an event is usually a lot worse than the event itself. As long as I’m going the speed limit and paying attention to the road, I should be fine.
Although… I am worried about what my nerves will do the first time I’m pulled over again for something petty, like a brake light or something. Eh. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it, so to speak.
What else did I want to talk about here? Oh, right.
I was reading a short biography about Howard Jones. I noticed it mentioned a favorite album of mine failing to chart at all. The album in question was “In the running”, and as the biography said the album moved away from synthesizers, to piano, and it just made me think.
Though I love it to bits and consider it one of my favorite albums of his, it’s not his best. So that could be part of the reason it didn’t chart, but there’s another thing I’ve been meaning to talk about for a while.
Take an artist like Howard Jones, or Thomas Dolby, or anyone that first found fame in music that featured heavy synth use: it seems like, to me anyway, people keep expecting them to continue on the path as they first began, and once they veer away from that, people lose their interest.
Which is sad.
Both Howard Jones and Thomas Dolby have wonderful electronic based music, but their talents can shine through equally well when going in an acoustic direction, too.
Not every artist can do that. I feel that some artists rely heavily on the technology and the voice effects and etc, and once you strip that away, there isn’t really anything special about them.
This isn’t the case with Howard Jones or Thomas Dolby, and while I’m happy that their electronic music has gotten them fans, it makes me sad to think that most people quit paying attention to Thomas after ‘The Golden Age of Wireless’, and to Howard Jones after ‘Dream into action’.
I would love to go on and on about this, but I don’t seem to be articulating it as well as I would have hoped. With work and such matters looming over my head I seem to be losing focus.
I am planning to write a more coherent, complete entry on this ‘People quit paying attention to artists once they deviate from the sound that got them famous’ issue, since it’s an issue I have with many of my favorite artists.
I just wanted to get a little of that in this entry before I forgot (which I do often).
If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to relax before work and hope to god I don’t get cramps while I’m there (I’ve managed to hold them off for today thus far, but I’m not sure how long that luck will last).