After experiencing Shure's Push-to-Hear control switch, I was in a headphone kind of mood, so I walked on over to HeadRoom's aptly named Headphone Heaven. I imagine that this heavenly set-up will serve as a much-needed respite for many weary showgoers. I found smiling faces, comfy lounge chairs, happy flowers, and lots of sunshine. Everything in the room begged, "Try Me!"
I've never owned a set of headphones. Is that what they're called? Or should it be pair of headphones? Headphones? Earphones? I don't even know. I've stayed away from headphones for a couple of reasons: I don't like having things on my head or in my ears, and I actually do enjoy hearing the sounds around me — the banjos on the F train, the buses on Madison Avenue, the sirens around the corner, the construction in our hall. Oh, and the birdies chirping, too.
I remember it must have been about five years ago when Jonathan arrived in the office, fresh from a Home Entertainment Show and as happy as can be. He had finally discovered the secret for avoiding the show flu, despite the handshakes and late nights.
I'm getting excited about the Show. You know what Show I'm talking about. I have this good feeling that I'm going to rock it. Hmm, thinking back, I've actually had this good feeling before every show I've attended. Then, I get there, I shake somebody's hand, and I get sick. Disappointed and fatigued, I get left in the dust. The guys call me names. But, that's not going to happen this time. No, it isn't. Today is a new day.
I'm listening to Margot & the Nuclear So and So's now. They sing songs about vampires and kittens, mice and clowns. You might like them. Their story is one of poverty and despair and desolation thwarted by sudden friendship, a burst of creativity, and life on the road. It sounds familiar, but then not. They make music with trumpets and cellos and keys.
Since 5:43pm yesterday evening, the sun and rain have been engaged in some sort of wild tango the sunshine whips the rain furiously across the dance floor, the rain stomps forcefully upon the sunshine. One moment is blue and gold, the next is streaked with gray. Lightning and thunder have me constantly looking over my shoulder and out onto the City rooftops. All that I can see is wet and droopy and confused. This type of weather makes me wonder what we've done wrong. Why are we being punished? I blame it on Elizabeth. This is what happens when people go on vacation.
Often when I think I have nothing to write about, I remember. I remember. I remember JA commenting on one of my entries:
"It's amazing how you can write 300 words about nothing, and make it seem important."