It sounds completely idiotic, but it's what's coming out of my mind: it feels good to know that i can still, for no discernible reason, become depressed. And i'm trying to get angry about it, and i can't.
I was thinking about writing some blues last night after attending a jazz festival in which The Boy played. But my songwriting skills have always been negligible.
At which point Dave proceeds to play some, like, over-echoed octaves or something. It certainly ain't blues.
But, you know, if I'm being a pedantic asshole I should at least say, "gnee gnee it's "okay, Edge, play the blues"" before you beat the life from my body.
it's because you were listening to the Blue Man Group. You need to listen to some other color group, say the Pink Elephant Group - that always picks me up.
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Date: 2004-05-14 04:03 pm (UTC)"All right, Edge, play the blues."
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Date: 2004-05-14 05:31 pm (UTC)But, you know, if I'm being a pedantic asshole I should at least say, "gnee gnee it's "okay, Edge, play the blues"" before you beat the life from my body.
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Date: 2004-05-14 10:03 pm (UTC)Depressed?
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