I talked to an amazing friend tonight, and he called me OUT on the fact that I was "pretending" to be happy about something I did. While he didn't make me feel ashamed, he made me admit a lot of things to myself. FUCK I hate it when that happens.
It wasn't full of some history lesson, or sports stats, it was just a conversation. It's really too bad I'm not attracted to this person. I really need someone like that in my life. He called me "the pretender," and I started singing that old Jackson Browne song. He asked me why I don't sing anymore. My only answer to him was "work."
How fucking sad is that? I don't wanna be a rock star, but my friend really got me thinking. Yes, I have stability with my job, but why DON'T I sing anymore? Why are my guitars collecting dust, and why the fuck do I own a bass when I don't even know how to play it???
My old band is breaking up. I'm going to see them Friday night, close to here. Talk about an end to an era!!! Even if they don't call me up to sing again, I'm looking forward to seeing anyone/everyone who was there from the beginning.
Anyway, Jackson Browne has always been one of my favorite artists, and ever since this tune came out, I've always wanted to do my own version of it.
Well, with breasts and as a blonde, of course. ha ha