The time has come. This is the final post. Dinosaur With Headphones is done.
I had hoped for my penultimate post to be the short story "Mosquitos" but I haven't finished it yet. It's proving quite difficult to reflect on and write about the special moments in my memory regarding S that that story explores. I might give up writing for good or for a while at least.
Today is R's tenth birthday and it's the right time to quit. I was driving home from work, the song "Old Old Woodstock" by Van Morrison, from the Tupelo Honey album, came on. He sings about children and cool breezes and holding the ones you love. It brought to my mind memories of being with S and R in the park, smiling laughing and happy and silly. I felt for the briefest of moments the joy I received when I first met R in the park and goofed around with her. I recalled pushing her in the swing and I recalled holding S's hand, caressing her beautiful fingers like they were autumn leaves.
The last time I saw R was over five years ago now. All I saw was the back of her head. I heard her voice and it hit me like brilliant music. But I only saw the back of her head. And the look S gave me was maybe the worst most crushing look I've ever seen. She flipped me with her eyes and I ran away.
Everything so small is so big to me. I was happy for a second today, thinking about S and R being happy and celebrating and having a good birthday.
I scored a goal yesterday and right after I scored I thought about R, laughing and smiling and I dedicated it to her. I wish them both happiness and full hearts for life.
There are a million different songs I could end this blog with but this is the song that it should end on:
Song for the ending
Love always,
just another ex
October 28, 2015
October 27, 2015
October 26, 2015
The Only Other Time I Truly Wanted To Punch Someone
We were driving back from a concert, just as the flood was hitting Iowa. It was me and her in the front, and in the backseat was her mother, her sister and her brother. Traffic was moving very slowly. We were listening to a mix cd I'd made of Okkervil River. The song "Maine Island Lovers" came on. It was quiet in the car as we listened to it. When the song was over her mother said to me, "That's a pretty song. Who is this?" Some kind of shyness swept over me, I suppose I was nervous being around her family, I wanted to belong, and I couldn't quite respond with an appropriate volume. The words "They're called Okkervil River," came out of my mouth but very quietly. The words felt awkward coming off my tongue. I looked to S to speak for me. S looked at me while I hesitated. Then she spoke for me. She told her mom the name of the band.
As we sat in traffic S was corresponding with her fiancé via text. Then he called. He was complaining about the fact that she was not back in town to pick him up from work and to pick their daughter up from daycare and get back home. He was really upset with her, as if we'd all seen the flood and the traffic coming. I did my best to calm her worries. She even texted my sister from my phone for me as I drove to get an update on the flood situation. I'll never forget what he said to her when he called. He complained about how she wasn't there to chauffeur him around (he got a D.U.I. and lost his license) and she didn't do anything but apologize. I could tell she felt she'd let him and their daughter down. She and I offered alternative solutions to his predicament, none of which met with his satisfaction, and the phone call ended with him saying to her, "Well what good are you then?!" And he hung up.
It made me sick with rage when she told me what he said. If he had been in the area I would've punched him unconscious.
What made me saddest is that after he hung up she held her phone in her lap and looked down, as if she'd done something wrong. I could tell she was sad and that she sort of believed him. She looked to be inside herself and feeling worthless and it made me disgusted that a man could ever do that to her. I wanted to hold her hand so desperately, but I couldn't because her mother, her sister and her brother were in the backseat.
I remember looking at her hands as I drove slowly with the traffic and longing to touch her, to make her smile. The feeling of being unable to make her happy was/is the worst feeling in the world.
And I remember as we drove on slowly in sad silence I recounted all the amazing ways in my head in which she was good and beautiful and wonderful and sweet and silly and incredible and I could never imagine asking her such an absurd question because she and heR were everything that is good to me.
"Maine Island Lovers" – Okkervil River
As we sat in traffic S was corresponding with her fiancé via text. Then he called. He was complaining about the fact that she was not back in town to pick him up from work and to pick their daughter up from daycare and get back home. He was really upset with her, as if we'd all seen the flood and the traffic coming. I did my best to calm her worries. She even texted my sister from my phone for me as I drove to get an update on the flood situation. I'll never forget what he said to her when he called. He complained about how she wasn't there to chauffeur him around (he got a D.U.I. and lost his license) and she didn't do anything but apologize. I could tell she felt she'd let him and their daughter down. She and I offered alternative solutions to his predicament, none of which met with his satisfaction, and the phone call ended with him saying to her, "Well what good are you then?!" And he hung up.
It made me sick with rage when she told me what he said. If he had been in the area I would've punched him unconscious.
What made me saddest is that after he hung up she held her phone in her lap and looked down, as if she'd done something wrong. I could tell she was sad and that she sort of believed him. She looked to be inside herself and feeling worthless and it made me disgusted that a man could ever do that to her. I wanted to hold her hand so desperately, but I couldn't because her mother, her sister and her brother were in the backseat.
I remember looking at her hands as I drove slowly with the traffic and longing to touch her, to make her smile. The feeling of being unable to make her happy was/is the worst feeling in the world.
And I remember as we drove on slowly in sad silence I recounted all the amazing ways in my head in which she was good and beautiful and wonderful and sweet and silly and incredible and I could never imagine asking her such an absurd question because she and heR were everything that is good to me.
"Maine Island Lovers" – Okkervil River
October 24, 2015
This is the showering song I showed to her the night that I put my fingers between her thighs as she hung her wet drying gorgeous genius head out into the after-rain drip of a weightless lifted window from our own private hotel room.
Oh, that words might matter as much as dripping rain.
"Days Were Golden" – Sunny Day Real Estate
Oh, that words might matter as much as dripping rain.
"Days Were Golden" – Sunny Day Real Estate
October 21, 2015
Great Moments In 21st Century Texting/Music
I had this conversation with my friend Dave quite a while ago, but I held off on posting it because I couldn't find a link to include for the song we discussed. One recently became available and I wanted to share it.
Me: Do you know greg brown's wife iris dement?
Dave: Yes I do. We used to be close, back when I still worked with and spoke to Greg. Why do u ask?
Me: Just a weird discovery. Im listening to this great recording of a song called "My Life" sung by new orleans jazz singer john boutté. i love it so i looked up the lyrics and the origin. its her song. id not heard of her before but saw she was married to greg. Figured you must know her.
Dave: She's a really good writer and we got along great but obviously haven't spoken in years now.
"My Life" – John Boutté
Me: Do you know greg brown's wife iris dement?
Dave: Yes I do. We used to be close, back when I still worked with and spoke to Greg. Why do u ask?
Me: Just a weird discovery. Im listening to this great recording of a song called "My Life" sung by new orleans jazz singer john boutté. i love it so i looked up the lyrics and the origin. its her song. id not heard of her before but saw she was married to greg. Figured you must know her.
Dave: She's a really good writer and we got along great but obviously haven't spoken in years now.
"My Life" – John Boutté
October 18, 2015
Great Moments In 21st Century Music
Wow. Normally, I never watch the show Saturday Night Live. I watched it last night because I heard that the cast of 30 Rock made an appearance and 30 Rock is one of my favorite shows. Tracy Morgan, one of the lead actors on 30 Rock, was in a horrific car accident a year or two ago and was in a coma and all that and apparently he's finally made a full recovery so he was the SNL host. So I watched the episode and Larry David (co-creator of Seinfeld and creator of Curb Your Enthusiasm) made a brilliant cameo as the Democratic presidential candidate Bernie Sanders.
I was happy with the episode and found it funny, which I rarely do with SNL. And then Tracy Morgan introduced Demi Lovato as the musical guest. I have heard of Demi Lovato but I have never heard her music and this song she sang blew me away. It stoned me. It made me think of "A Stone" by Okkervil River and it stoned me like any great song does. I have it on repeat at the moment. Also, she's beautiful. This performance is beautiful. I highly recommend.
"I'll take the pain, give me the truth."
"I was your amber but now she's your shade of gold."
"Know that I get even if I can't understand."
"If happy is her (hurt?), I'm happy for you."
A lot of pretty lines.
"Stone Cold" – Demi Lovato
I was happy with the episode and found it funny, which I rarely do with SNL. And then Tracy Morgan introduced Demi Lovato as the musical guest. I have heard of Demi Lovato but I have never heard her music and this song she sang blew me away. It stoned me. It made me think of "A Stone" by Okkervil River and it stoned me like any great song does. I have it on repeat at the moment. Also, she's beautiful. This performance is beautiful. I highly recommend.
"I'll take the pain, give me the truth."
"I was your amber but now she's your shade of gold."
"Know that I get even if I can't understand."
"If happy is her (hurt?), I'm happy for you."
A lot of pretty lines.
"Stone Cold" – Demi Lovato
October 17, 2015
I was thinking about S's smile. I truly miss it. I think her smile was the sweetest thing I've ever seen. It was like a sunrise and a sunset rolled into one.
And this is a song Randy Newman wrote for his ex-wife:
"I Miss You" – Randy Newman
"I miss you, I'm sorry but I do."
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Played soccer in perfect overcast weather today. I play defense but once everyone gets tired I move forward to try and grab a goal or an assist. I ran my heart out today, trying to grab a goal to silently dedicate to my grandmother. Didn't get one but it's not a big deal. It's just a gesture.
Sigh.
I miss that S smile that smiled like it was only smiling for me. You know that feeling? Hold on to it as long as you can.
And this is a song Randy Newman wrote for his ex-wife:
"I Miss You" – Randy Newman
"I miss you, I'm sorry but I do."
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Played soccer in perfect overcast weather today. I play defense but once everyone gets tired I move forward to try and grab a goal or an assist. I ran my heart out today, trying to grab a goal to silently dedicate to my grandmother. Didn't get one but it's not a big deal. It's just a gesture.
Sigh.
I miss that S smile that smiled like it was only smiling for me. You know that feeling? Hold on to it as long as you can.
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