Don’t Hate the Player, Hate the Game

Walter Meego

Is it me or does the singer remind you of a young Evan Dando?  I’m loving this song and the 80s syntho-pop thing going on.

 

Sometimes I think I’ve lost the ability to be open to new sounds.  Seems like everything I’m listening to has some sort of 80s or 90s feel to it like I can only relate to what is familiar.  I think I’m out of touch.  But I like what I like and I don’t care.

Stealing My Essence

Each day I work in corporate America I feel a little part of myself slip away.  I never thought I would be doing something I was not passionate about.  It’s funny that I can’t be the person I want to be.  I never thought I would live my life this way and feel so unfulfilled.

I want to get pink and blue highlights and wear anything I fancy.  I’m sick of being a drone and feeling like I am one of the lucky ones because I still have a job.  It is just that.  A job.  I shouldn’t feel like I have to conform to some white bread standard.  I want to have fun and laugh and have meaning.  I miss talking to people who have creativity and inspiration oozing from their pores.  I hate being “ma’am” when I venture to the mall after work.  Maybe I’m feeling old, want to recapture that feeling of youth.  I hope I’m just ready for change.

Let’s Start With a Song

Birds in the morning and cupcakes from Cramer’s
Dueling pianos and salty margaritas
Laying in bed Sunday all afternoon and doing nothing
These are a few of my favorite things

Sales at Crate & Barrel and blue Louboutins
Gnocchi and samosas and pancakes from PJs
Russian girls who live with their hearts on their sleeve
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in spring dresses who drink beers at Triumph
Sephora’s free samples and cool ocean sprays
Taking the train to NY or DC
These are a few of my favorite things

When Falcon bites
When John Thain stings
When the market tanks
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feeeeeeeeeeeeel soooooooooooo bad