Monday, October 4, 2010


remember when you and I would take the drive
down the highway from Long Beach to downtown LA
and pay 10 dollars to see the most magical shit
that we would have easily paid 100 for
but instead we sat down and ate pasta
and you drank Guiness
and I water or lemonade (because I was a baby back then)
and we would watch Jon Brion leap to the stage
with such precision
it would make our hearts ache
and he would pound out music for 2-3 hours straight
strumming and singing and clapping and
what the hell did we just see?
we would think

we would think
and stare out in awe
this is the most talented man in America
and here he is sitting down with us
in this tiny room
playing to all of these fools
who worship him too
and we all felt so honored to just be in the same building as him

and then i was floored
that night
THE night
when there was little ol' Fiona
just sitting in the corner of the room
it was so dark
but I swear to this day
her eyes glowed in the dark
and I stood silently screaming
fumbling over my thoughts
that innocence
i wanted to tell her how much she affected my life
how much she did
how much she will always do
but when we finally stood face to face
all i could do was
somehow she understood
and she

well i don't have to go into all of the details
but she understood
and that night
has got to still be
one of the most memorable nights of my life.

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