|Just Another Nervous Wreck
Album: Breakfast In America
I’m feeling so alone now
They cut the telephone uh huh
Yeah my life is just a mess
I threw it all away now
I could have made a fortune
I lost the craving for success
In 1979, Supertramp brought “Breakfast in America” to North America and we, for the most part, loved it. I listened to my eight track copy until it started to squeak with wear and overuse, then I went out and stole another copy (yeah, I was that bad – or good maybe, I never got caught).
The song I would play repeatedly was “Just Another Nervous Wreck” (the first verse appears to the left). The meaning and mood of the song came across loud and clear. That first verse was powerful for me, it read like a playbook for my life. I didn’t know I had ADHD at the time, but looking back, this could have been our tribes anthem.
Okay, I never had my telephone cut, but only because I hadn’t managed to get one installed at that point in my life. But the song played to my sense of failure that I’d been cultivating for over twenty years. Oddly, while I could feel the overwhelming sensation of dysphoria within the lyrics, the upbeat rhythm and melody still made me bop. I bounced and drummed the dashboard and sang along with the lyrics as I tore down gravel roads in my barely held together pickup truck. View full article »
Milkweed husks along the trail
We’ve had snow this year. A couple of times it’s come down and stayed for a bit – well a few hours, a day and a half – maybe. But today, I think it’s here to stay for the season.
When I went for my walk today it involved layers of clothes and my funny Cannuck hat with the rabbit fur and the ear flaps. I wore heavier boots and of course my light winter coat (I’ll keep the heavy coat in reserve for when the temps drop below 0°F). Once I clipped my big mitts to my belt and slung my canvas camera bag over my shoulder I looked like I was ready for the trap line. I did leave the snowshoes at home (but I do have a pair of them, eh!). Warm summer days are a kind of warm we can all appreciate, but the warmth of being well dressed on a cold day is a special feeling. View full article »
Okay, I’ve blogged about driving, and we’ve come to the conclusion that I’m a great driver but the roads are all crooked and everyone else on them isn’t watching where I’m going. I know you’re all working on that, some of you may be improving a little – we’ll see how that goes. View full article »
One more famous ADHDer for the list … me!
I’ve read recently that if you’re an ADHDer you’re not likely going to be rich and famous. I’ve also read that that’s no reason to stop trying. Admittedly I’m not rich, and it’s not in my foreseeable future, but I know how to be famous. View full article »
I love buzz bars. I don’t know what they’re really called, I call them buzz bars. Those striations on the road that make your entire car vibrate as you approach an intersection or other roadway feature that requires attentiveness. All other types of warning pale by comparison. Buzz bars make their presence known. Lights are distracting and signs are easily missed, but those buzz bars … View full article »
Okay, a bit of a stretch, actually, I prefer to write music and have other people sing it, at least I think that’s what I prefer, but I can’t get anyone to actually sing my stuff. Someone pointed out that the problem could be that no one has heard my stuff. I thought that was foolish, people ought to be lined up for blocks to be the first to record my music.
To prove my point, I’m putting a link to one of my songs, my latest, right here on the old blog so that you all can check out my music.
Listen and suffer …
A step in the right direction.
I’ve been walking for my health off and on for a few years now and I have to say, it’s not as boring as I thought it would be. I mean, if you’ve read my post on driving, you already know I’m never alone (at least not in my head). Add to this the MP3 player, the GPS unit, my camera and voice recorder and my note pad and pen, it’s really a wonder I get any walking done. View full article »
Where were you in ’62?
Quench your thirst for reminiscence.
I don’t remember 1962. Well, only vaguely. I don’t remember Kewpie Dolls. I don’t remember buying orange pop in bottles that had the shape of an orange incorporated into the design although I’ve seen the bottles. Lately, though, I’ve been reminiscing about things I haven’t seen in a while. Lucky Elephant Popcorn in a cardboard box, all day suckers that lasted all day(unless they were dropped), pop costing ten cents to drink in the store, twelve cents to take out. You got the two cents back when you returned the empty bottle and that would buy you a few pieces of Double Bubble chewing gum. View full article »
I like to think I’ve become immune to advertising. I snarl at the TV when an advert comes on that I find offensive or particularly insulting to my perception of my intelligence. I vow never to buy those products and try not to talk about them to others (no advertising is bad advertising), I don’t even talk about the commercials I don’t like. But how did I get here? How did I get to the point where I distrusted and/or disliked certain advertisements so vehemently? View full article »