It's unfortunate that most people are not aware of my talents and that most people don't know who Arcade Fire is. That, however, will not stop me from trudging on with my blogging exploits and from scouring the internets for
The Jalapeno Festival is scheduled for this weekend and I have yet to attend any of the WBCA festivities. That's because I don't see how I would benefit by attending an event where the main feature is cow gut. And watching adolescents pose in guady, beaded costumes would only serve to have me question my sanity. But that's how I felt about the Grammys. I though it would be three hours of Justin Beiber and Lady Gaga, but they both lost in the end. Something that's become so predictable threw us a left hook at the end. There was a reason I endured Barbara Streisand and Kris Kristofferson staggering out in front of the crowd.
What all this means is that I will not take what should be insignificant happenings for granted. When I least expect it, I will be surprised. Oh sure, it might mean some guy wearing socks in a public place. Or it might be something greater that'll help me go viral -- like the flu.
Happy New Music Tuesday, y'all!