Austin's Lesbo BBQ

Tell me...why do I feel selfish when I had a really fun time at a friend's wedding last night...but, I don't feel like writing about it?

In fact, all I can think of to write about is the dream I had the other night that featured the band Deep Blue Something. This dream, unlike the wedding, was incredibly insignificant...

This is how it went:

Me: Hey! (standing outside the gates of La Zona Rosa) There's a band playing tonight...and it's Deep Blue Something.

Indistinguishable Chum: Really? Well, we should go see them, then.

So, Chum and I enter the music venue...the band was playing, but my brain couldn't seem to recall what their hit single was...so, instead, the band onstage played a variety other one-hit-wonders, such as that Phantom Planet song California...and the Soup Dragon's Divine Thing...but, the band only played small snippets of the songs (there were more, but these are the only two I can remember) and during the short song switch-over, I could hear the sound of someone changing channels on an analog radio...you know, that slurry/fuzz noise?

That's about it.

When I woke up, it bothered me sooo much that I didn't know what goddamn song Deep Blue Something was known for (umm...or forgotten for...guess it depends on how hardcore DBS fan you are) that I had to look it up. It was Breakfast at Tiffany's...I'm sure you were all on the edge of your seats waiting for THAT one to be revealed...

So, today I found myself at Waterloo Records...and what CD do I stumble upon in the used CD bin? Yeah yeah...Deep Blue Something. Ok...I really really really was not looking for this...consciously...but, it was the SECOND album that I randomly came upon, therefore bringing the details of the dream I had two nights before into full detail...

Not only that, but next thing I know, I'm recalling some of the, again, incredibly insignificant memories that I have about the time when that song was popular...first, I remember that when I was 16, my 19-year-old boyfriend, who was sooooo cool (so cool, apparently, that he couldn't seem to find a girlfriend in college that could comprehend his wicked coolness as well as I could...), confided in me that he really liked that song...but, "Um...don't tell anyone, ok?"

I agreed. This is the first time that information has ever been shared to anyone....EVER!

And, the second memory that flashed into my head, was one where I was working at my first job...I had a brief stint as a bagel boiler/cream-cheese smearer...this was a very early morning job, and on the weekends, I often had to be there at 5 a.m....the only thing that even really kept me at this job for a whole 4 months was my boss...who gave my friend and I free joints to smoke while I did dishes and she swept the floor every night (it was several years later that I realized that it is actually very,very creepy for a 45-year-old man to give 16-year-old girls drugs...but, that's a different story)

...ok...so, I remembered hearing that song playing on the store radio around 6 a.m. one morning and thinking to myself: "Wow. I sure wouldn't mind eating breakfast at Tiffany's right now. I'm hungry...and sick of bagels..."

I still don't really like bagels...I mean, I'll eat them, but it's never my first choice.

And, there you have it folks...how one dream about a long gone, lame-ass band turns into a walk down waste-of-memory lane. I apologize if you could actually feel your brain atrophying...I hope it didn't hurt too much.