Wallflowers 101
I love Bjork. I remember the good old days when I would wish to have a dream about meeting her (sadly I never did). I remember the good old days when I bought every friggin’ import I could get my hands on. I remember the good old days when my room was covered in Bjork subway posters. I remember the good old days when I would spend hours talking on the phone or in person to my friends about how cool Bjork is.
Those were good days!
Something changed when I got to know too much about her. I guess when you admire someone so much you never want to see anything that could dare pull them off of their pedestal. When I started noticing things about her that threatened my "healthy" obsession with her, I had to back off. Today, that "healthy" obsession has turned into a special place in my heart...something that has been threatening for years to fly to New York just to see one of her shows.
Anyways, this post is about my co-worker, not Bjork. When I started working with her, I knew only 3 Wallflower songs. 6th Avenue Heartache, Heroes, and….drum roll…One Headlight. I love One Headlight…it is still his best song in my humble opinion (I apologize to all the self-righteous Wallflower fans out there). When my friend realized all of this, I think she made it her mission to create a crazy-psycho-obsessive Wallflower fan clone of herself (sorry, I love teasing her about this particular point).
All the Wallflower fans in the world would be proud of her. I usually work about 6 hours with her on Saturday’s. I am not allowed to listen to my iPod. I am not allowed to put “One Headlight” or “Heroes” on repeat. My feeble attempts to show her some of my favorite music has failed terrible (anyone else like Explosions in the Sky?). She has a dictator like regime over the crappy CD player we have at work.
This is a normal “Wallflowers 101” Saturday work day:
11:27 am - I stroll in with some sandals and a LA Dodgers cap on. While I’m unlocking the door, I hear rock n’ roll from the other side with a lightly sprinkled organ in the background.
11:28 am - As I open the door my head is knocked off by a…drum roll…Wallflowers song. I walk in and say hi and think about asking her, “What are we going to listen to today?” I decide to forget the question, because I already know.
1:30 pm - I decide I have got to get away for a bit, I have just endured listening to “Breach” on replay at least a couple of times (hey I'm still new to all of this, you try moving to Iceland and try to speak Icelandic the first time you go).
1:35 pm - I jump in my truck and quickly throw on some music…anything other than the Wallflowers (no offense, I just have to put something else on so I can be ready for the rest of the work day).
2:20 pm - I come back quietly and put my ear up to the door listening for the Wallflowers…and...nothing.
2:21 pm - I decide it is safe to enter and when I do, I see my friend changing out the CD’s. What do you think she is putting in? You got it. The Wallflowers.
3:59 pm - Listening to the Wallflowers.
4:05 pm - My co-worker stops looking at me because she is pissed that I keep singing the Wallflowers songs like Bob would.
4:10 pm - I apologize and say I’ll try to stop singing his songs that way.
4:13 pm - I apologize again after singing them like Bob again.
5:00 pm - after one of the Wallflower CD’s stop, I distract her with some meaningful conversation about life…and then about 5 minutes later, ask her if I can put in a CD. She reluctantly agrees (just kidding, she’s actually really cool about it), but decides we should talk about how cool the Wallflowers are during my CD (just kidding again…or am I?).
5:50 pm - My CD ends and back into the CD player the Wallflowers go…we listen until we are finished with our work.
3:37 pm (2 days later) - My work buddy calls and tells me I have to write a post on the Wallflowers forum.
11:10 pm - I am writing about my new found appreciation for the Wallflowers and my crazy-psycho-obsessive work friend.
Till next time...
Those were good days!
Something changed when I got to know too much about her. I guess when you admire someone so much you never want to see anything that could dare pull them off of their pedestal. When I started noticing things about her that threatened my "healthy" obsession with her, I had to back off. Today, that "healthy" obsession has turned into a special place in my heart...something that has been threatening for years to fly to New York just to see one of her shows.
Anyways, this post is about my co-worker, not Bjork. When I started working with her, I knew only 3 Wallflower songs. 6th Avenue Heartache, Heroes, and….drum roll…One Headlight. I love One Headlight…it is still his best song in my humble opinion (I apologize to all the self-righteous Wallflower fans out there). When my friend realized all of this, I think she made it her mission to create a crazy-psycho-obsessive Wallflower fan clone of herself (sorry, I love teasing her about this particular point).
All the Wallflower fans in the world would be proud of her. I usually work about 6 hours with her on Saturday’s. I am not allowed to listen to my iPod. I am not allowed to put “One Headlight” or “Heroes” on repeat. My feeble attempts to show her some of my favorite music has failed terrible (anyone else like Explosions in the Sky?). She has a dictator like regime over the crappy CD player we have at work.
This is a normal “Wallflowers 101” Saturday work day:
11:27 am - I stroll in with some sandals and a LA Dodgers cap on. While I’m unlocking the door, I hear rock n’ roll from the other side with a lightly sprinkled organ in the background.
11:28 am - As I open the door my head is knocked off by a…drum roll…Wallflowers song. I walk in and say hi and think about asking her, “What are we going to listen to today?” I decide to forget the question, because I already know.
1:30 pm - I decide I have got to get away for a bit, I have just endured listening to “Breach” on replay at least a couple of times (hey I'm still new to all of this, you try moving to Iceland and try to speak Icelandic the first time you go).
1:35 pm - I jump in my truck and quickly throw on some music…anything other than the Wallflowers (no offense, I just have to put something else on so I can be ready for the rest of the work day).
2:20 pm - I come back quietly and put my ear up to the door listening for the Wallflowers…and...nothing.
2:21 pm - I decide it is safe to enter and when I do, I see my friend changing out the CD’s. What do you think she is putting in? You got it. The Wallflowers.
3:59 pm - Listening to the Wallflowers.
4:05 pm - My co-worker stops looking at me because she is pissed that I keep singing the Wallflowers songs like Bob would.
4:10 pm - I apologize and say I’ll try to stop singing his songs that way.
4:13 pm - I apologize again after singing them like Bob again.
5:00 pm - after one of the Wallflower CD’s stop, I distract her with some meaningful conversation about life…and then about 5 minutes later, ask her if I can put in a CD. She reluctantly agrees (just kidding, she’s actually really cool about it), but decides we should talk about how cool the Wallflowers are during my CD (just kidding again…or am I?).
5:50 pm - My CD ends and back into the CD player the Wallflowers go…we listen until we are finished with our work.
3:37 pm (2 days later) - My work buddy calls and tells me I have to write a post on the Wallflowers forum.
11:10 pm - I am writing about my new found appreciation for the Wallflowers and my crazy-psycho-obsessive work friend.
Till next time...
posted by Michael | 9:12 AM
1 Comments:
Yea, she asked me to write something over in the Wallflowers forum, so I wrote this...I thought I shouldn't let a lot of effort go to waste, so I just tailored it a bit and brought it here.
I think one day, she'll find something "fresher" - I need to organize my music so I can bring something else in. =)
Post a Comment
<< Home