I am in a mood.
I am bored, exhausted and uninspired. Despite several straight days of gorgeous Texas Hill Country sunshine and balmy temperatures in the 60s and 70s, I seem to be in the vice-grip of a cruel mid-winter malaise. I awakened this morning ready to conquer the day with my typical enthusiasm and vigor. Instead, I snapped. ‘Good Morning America’ did one too many stories about the ailing economy, and I just snapped.
I’m sick of it, sick of it all. Sick of my to do list. Sick of fishing for work instead of fishing for fish. Sick of hearing about one more friend who has lost a job. Sick of being scared about money. Sick of every day being just like the one before. Sick of hearing about the recession and poverty and foreclosures and layoffs and taxes and what Malia & Sasha ate for lunch. Absolutely sick of it.
To top it off Oprah is promoting a show that airs this afternoon about a woman who gave birth and immediately developed a flesh-eating bacteria that gnawed off all of her limbs.
Uncle. Fine, you got me. I’m depressed. I can’t take it any longer.
All this scary, negative talk is seeping into my soul. After the ‘Good Morning America’ show that downed my spirits like the Titanic I crawled back into bed and focused on all the things I’ve yet to accomplish this year. I mean we are one whole month into 2009 and I have not made a lick of progress on any of my new years resolutions.
I wanted to lose so much weight that my girlfriends would be green with envy and my family would contact A&E about booking me on ‘Intervention’ for my fabulous new eating disorder. FAILED!! I’ve actually gained weight.
I wanted to fish more. FAILED!! I haven’t fished once.
I wanted to replace my marketing freelance work with a kickass job that would actually pay me to travel the world and fish and tell stories. FAILED!! (Quit laughing.)
I wanted to train for a 5K. FAILED!! I ran one mile yesterday and my back hurts this morning. Great now I’m boring and old.
I swore I would do more day drinking. Ha!!
I wanted to write something on FFC every day. FAILED!! I wrote one post about tennis. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot….tennis. I’ve been domesticated, this is worse than I thought.
As you can see all this talk of gloom and failure is contagious. I feel I am but a shell of my former productive self, and fear that I am becoming a has-been poser of Daschle-proportion.
But wait a minute, what’s this….spinning on my ipod…oh now this is good stuff. No no no, I am totally committed to being in a foul mood dammit. I don’t need this rock-n-roll music distracting me from my self-flagellating diatribe. Ah, but I love this song! Maybe I should turn it up? Ooh, its sounds soooo good.
Maybe just a little louder. Maybe louder still?
Hmmm, now I will admit it’s hard not to smile when I listen to Cross Canadian Ragweed. In fact, don’t tell anyone, but I actually broke the rules of the Great Depression of 2009 and went to the Cross Canadian Ragweed show last Friday night in Austin.
It was so nice to be in a dark club with a few hundred people singing song lyrics instead of quoting falling stock prices. People were bouncing their heads to the music instead wringing their heads in their hands.
Ragweed rocked and I rocked and I sang outloud and boogied with the best of them. Cody was fierce on the guitar and the sound system hurt my ears and the lights were too bright and it was all so perfect. It was rock-n-roll, allright. Badass nasty loud and fast and 100% American-made rock-n-roll.
And that, my friends, is worth getting out of bed for.
When Cody started the show he strutted to the front of the stage, cigarette tucked in his guitar strings, guitar slung over his shoulder and he shouted, “Hello, Austin Texas! Let’s light this shit up!”
Hear hear Cody, I’m in. Let’s do it. Let’s light this shit up. I mean there has to be more to being American than this freaking recession, even in the eye of the storm. Perhaps it’s rock-n-roll. So let’s set 2009 ablaze. Let’s tune out the press and amp up the soul. Stop the talk and start the movement. I mean there is nothing sexy about a recession for heaven’s sake, and it is boring me to tears! Rock-n-roll, however?…..well, let me quote you-know-who and simply say, “Let’s light this shit up!” Whatever that means to you, just light it. Ignite it. Let’s go. Fire up the grill, spice up the romance, burn the midnight oil, and turn up the tunes.
I’ll do it if you will.