Sing to me muse

Although work was the predominant focus of my day day, I found myself overwhelmingly artistic compared to normal. In desperate search for extra money, I have been stalking craigslist for interesting writing opportunities. I sat at my computer, musing over how to make all of the information for the Unicorn III fund fit on only two pages, my thoughts meandered towards the topic of divorce, a subject someone on craigslist was searching for pieces about. Finding myself at a computer, I pushed aside my work to spew my thoughts out as quickly as possible, my fingers flying in an attempt to ride myself of my thoughts and ideas before my boss noticed I was no longer working on Unicorn (Unicorn, despite being named after a mythological, beautiful creature, is my own person hell right now).

Released from my work prison, I proceeded home after throwing a hissy fit to get a $10 refund from Nine West (please see below post "Life of a New Yorker: Poor"). Despite my desire to save money, after chatting with my mom and Rachel, walking the dog, making dinner, and painting my nails for my Halloween costumer, I could not resist the appeal of iTunes. I turned on my slow computer and muddled through the process of persuading my ancient beast of a machine to function. Instead of buying the Old 97s, as was my original plan, I spontaneously grabbed up a Gogol Bordello cd, which I had been meaning to do for some time, as well as a few songs off Ingrid Michaelson's new release. Commencing with the songs of Miss Michaelson, I was stunned to hear a song ripped from my past. A song that truly began my foray into music review. Recorded at Webster Hall, this recording was created at my first concert I reviewed. Nothing ever sounds the same, yet it always sounds the same. Hearing the song again outside the concert environment is unnerving and leaves me feeling displaced and nostalgic.

Ironically, the song that immediately followed Michaelson's "The Chain" was GoGol Bordello's "Ultimate".

"There were never any good ol' days; they are today, they are tomorrow"

Evidently nostalgia isn't worth my time.