Love’s musical posts… current!

So, as I slowly get these little posts about music and how it’s intertwined into my love life, I hadn’t had one happen in my life recently.  Basically since I started this blog I haven’t had a girl that I really like that had a song that would always make me think of her when I heard it.  My romantic life these past few years has been rocky to say the least.  Well things happen and sometimes we find someone that we weren’t looking for.  All the stars align and it’s beautiful.  But then one gets destroyed by the Death Star and everything gets crazy.  Or crazzy if you ask Crazy Dave.

I am currently crushing on a girl pretty majorly and somehow a song fell into place with me liking her.  The first line in Lorde’s song “Ribs” is “The drink you spilt all over me.”  Well,  One of the first times we hung out together with just the two of us I found one of those new Coke bottles with the “Share a Coke with…” label with her name on it.


I had it stuffed in my backpack as we wandered around downtown Fort Worth and while we were sitting down together at the Water Gardens I decided to open it up.  Guess what happened.  Whoosh!  Ker-splash!  Make your own sound effect!

Well, I hadn’t really listened to much of Lorde’s album, I’d pretty much switch it off after I heard “Royals” but I ended up listening to more of it on a whim.  “Ribs” made me think of the innocence that our first few days together was like.  Holding hands as we walked around, just enjoying being together.  We had a first kiss that I’m probably going to remember forever and she has a smile that will always melt my heart.  What comes next I don’t know but I’m being very hopeful.  Anywho here’s the song that I hope I’ll be enjoying for years to come:


Images of love… or something.




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34 years ago Led Zeppelin did this to me.

August 15, 1979 an album was released.  Wrapped in a brown paper cover with a stamp on the front it became my favorite album of all time a good 16 years later.  I still own it on vinyl, cassette, CD, and somewhere in a box here or at my parent’s house 8-Track.  It’s Led Zeppelin’s In Through the Out Door.


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Love’s musical post part 8

September 11th, 2001.  A day we all will remember.

And the first time I ever sang karaoke.

My last long term relationship had fallen apart and I had bounced around a few places after moving out.  I was staying in a strange apartment used more for sleep than anything else.  Heck, I had to use a fold out couch for my bed because the room was so small that a normal bed wouldn’t fit.  I was working at Albertson’s  at the time and a few nights a week as a bouncer at a crummy dive bar with no cute patrons.

The night before I was sent home early from the bar.  Since I had the next day off I went to downtown Fort Worth because I knew some friends were at a club.  A club that was FOUR CLUBS IN ONE!!!  We closed down three of those four clubs and I went home expecting to sleep well into the afternoon.  That didn’t happen.

For some reason I woke up early and turned on the radio.  Sports Radio 1310 the Ticket, but they weren’t talking sports.  They were talking about how a small one to two person plane had hit one of the Twin Towers.  Well, that’s not what had really happened and we all know the rest of that story.  As for my story…

I went and gave blood that day and then gathered up a few friends.  And found out where my ex was going to be that night.  When you’re young it’s really easy to convince yourself you can get them back.  Especially when you’re lacking blood and had a few beers.

So we ended up at a bar that was known for cars getting broken into and the cops harassing the patrons as they left.  For karaoke night.  You can see where this is going can’t you…  I was sure I could get her back with a well sung tune on this emotional day and she and I would get married and live happily ever after.

I guess I picked the wrong song.

Or it was the fact I really sucked at singing it.

Oh well, life went on.  She married the guy she was there with and I never got to slash his tires.  Dern it.  But I did move out of that apartment shortly after and embarked on another dumb part of my life.

So what song that could have tipped the balance for me did I horribly butcher?  Why One by Three Dog Night!  Here you go:


Myspace blog: I dated a Mexican girl.

It ended well.

I found some of my Myspace blogs.  This one is from January 28, 2008…  a very scary time in my life.  But hey, it happened.  And I’m just copying it so blame my editing on the Matt of Christmas Past…




Run over by the weekend…

So, the binge is over.  No more random texts to people seeing if they can guess what I’m wearing.  My angry tummy slowly readjusting from wackiness.  Painful memories of the return of the second incarnation of the Drunkateers.  Nobody’s family members yelled at me.  Well, that I can remember.  Soar throat, painful back and a my insides slowly getting out of their funk.

Sometimes its hard to think where it started.  Friday in Lake Dallas with airplane bottles that Jeff was nice enough to give me, then off to the Mavs game at the AAC.  Home of the $7 beer.  Ouch.  Then came the party with the olds.  Drinks and I was the second youngest person there.  That’s a party.

Why am I listening to Son of Sam?

Well Whataburger followed and then sleeping on a nicer couch than usual.  Oh, and I’m not sure what texting went on that night but it can’t be good.  Thank God I erase everything in my texting path.  Also that I don’t have a camera phone.  Or a court illustrator.  1920’s reporter maybe.

So at about 11 am, shortly after I got to sleep (I lie, I have no idea when sleep came) I was awoken by a text reminding me of the wonders of early Saturday afternoon.  Rahr.  I drug my carcass to my car eventually and headed back toward Bedford, home of the Seabeasts.

Feist, now…

So, a can of Steel Reserve and dilly-dallying got me to Rahr at about 1:30 so first free beer at about 1:50.  Oh, and they’ve done away with the bottlecaps for awhile because people were stockpiling them and getting really drunk.  That was fine by me because I didn’t have the time to chug  even the 4 beers you receive.  They stopped serving, I peed, there was talk of strip club going and I headed home.  To my other 2 cans of Steel Reserve.  The next few hours were confusing.

So, Emily got off work and there was talk of a party and Gators.  Yes, Gators.  So Mike had Sunday off and we got him to go out.  Yes, Michael Wayne Martin left the apt for longer than an hour for something non-work related.  Now, Gators was, well, Gators.  Mike expressed his dislike for horny black men and their fruity drinks, we finished our large mugs and headed out toward Northside.  Of course we purchased more alcohol.  A few quick drinks, Red Dwarf playing on the TV and some telephone drama then it was time to swing by the Chatroom and come back when it closed.  See there was this buzzing in the back of my head or maybe I was just drunk and wanted to punch someone in the tit. 

Drank the usual, ran into a few people, threated the jukebox then the urinal and then through the door walked a man that was once a skinny as Mike (aka Spider), Mark Shaw.  With the army and parenthood having taken away one of the original Drunkateers Mike was called upon to join the other two in their lowly lives of drinking.  The Three Drunkateers had been reunited.  Heaven help us.

Daft Punk now, followed by Gorillaz.

Mark had a problem with couch size, so he asked us kindly if he could crash at our place.  We said sure and even offered to take him home the next day.  Then the bar closed.  Back to Northside, now featuring the drummer of Brickfight.  The party had somewhat grown and Mark had 151.  Yes, 151.  Emily dropped us off at the apt sometime around 5 am, with Mad Dog awaiting us.  I fell asleep (or passed out, if you prefer) at about 6 as Mike and Mark were throwing darts.  I woke up a little later to find Frank staring in fear at Mark’s lying form and slowly backing away from the couch.  I picked him up and set him on Mike’s bed only to find him in the same exact position 30 minutes later when I needed to pee. 

I woke up…  Wait I need to start another song…  Nim Vind.

I woke up serveral times, fed the cats finally getting up for good at about 3:30, an hour and a half after Mark was supposed to be at work.  Eh, it happens.  I tried the hair of the dog, but my body was done.  I think that I was somewhat drunk nonstop for over 48 hours.  First beer on Friday at 3:30 pm and the 151 and Coke was finished around 5:00 pm on Sunday right before I took Mark home.  Then Mike and I ate Cici’s (which always makes me sick now) and purchased fine tools for McDonalds (you knew that would enter into this story somehow).
Then I gave up and crashed.

Well, it was a fun weekend.  The Mavs won their game we went to and I got to see Kobe Bryant score 40 points and not rape anyone.  There was some drama, but that always will happen if you are around several large groups of people in a short period of time.  And we all got to laugh at Mike as her drooled on himself.  Ah, good times.

It was fun, thanks everyone I got to hang out with this weekend.

People knew and respected us.

And I still dislike you Kobe.


Not the greatest phone conversation…

First I was all

Then I read about the new Loch Ness photo

Which if you want a quick view here it is:

Yeah, I’ll be okay…

Love’s musical post part 7

This one’s a hard one.  Probably the hardest one because it was part of a perfect storm.  That and I didn’t know the lyrics…

So, here I was with a girl that I had been with for almost 3 years.  Early twenties, living together, having our problems and we went and saw one of her favorite actor’s new movies.  One Crazy Summer.  Oh wait, that would have been awesome.  It was High Fidelity.  No movie review here.

So we got into an arguement in the parking lot as we were leaving and started the fuming ride home, her driving, me staring out the passenger side.  The fabulous Grapevine Mills Mall and its state of the art new theater receding in the background.  And this song came on the radio and I pretty much only knew the title.  But this song made something click in my head and made me realize this was the girl I wanted to be with for the rest of my life…

Yeah, that didn’t happen.

So here it is, with lyrics and maybe why it was the worst/perfect song about that relationship.

Dern you Gordon Lightfoot.